The world of Chinese style creates a prosperous era for girl groups

After returning to the mansion, Chu Shuyao saw that it was her cousin Xia Haoyang who went to the kitchen to cook! Xiao Mengyan, who said she was her little sister, was changing the cat litter, water and food for the kitten; Zeng Jingyi went to the balcony on the third floor to wash clothes and changed the plastic bags for the trash cans in each room.

It can be seen that the three of them all know what they need to do, and they seem to have a tacit understanding with each other. This feeling makes Chu Shuyao a little uncomfortable.

After touring every room, she sat back on the sofa in the living room and watched them busy themselves.

After playing with the kitten for a while, Xiao Mengyan went to the yard to water the vegetables and flowers. Zeng Jingyi picked up the garbage collected from each room, sorted it, threw it at the door, and went back upstairs to hang the clothes.

My cousin Xia Haoyang was washing vegetables and cooking in the kitchen, and he seemed to be humming a song.

There are no servants in this family, which means that everyone has to do everything by themselves.

After about forty minutes, the food was ready, which consisted of a few very common stir-fried dishes: Mapo tofu, stir-fried green beans, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, winter melon and pork ribs soup, and a smashed cucumber.

Four people had four dishes and one soup, which was not too little, but also not too much.

Chu Shuyao took a bite and thought that it was made by cousin Haoyang himself, so she wanted to praise him.

"Fatty boss, the pork with peppers you fried today was a little undercooked. The peppers were too spicy, and you put too much salt in the stir-fried beans. It was too salty and mushy." Xiao Mengyan drank water in big gulps.

Well, what the girl said was true. Chu Shuyao, who wanted to compliment her against her will, shut her mouth and ate the rice in her bowl silently.

"Cold cucumbers are so sour too." But Chu Shuyao didn't say it.

But this cannot be blamed on Xia Haoyang. People in Vancouver would add some sugar when eating smashed cucumbers, and would not use so much vinegar to soak them.

The taste of Xia Haoyang and others was not completely in line with Wenshi's habits. Not only did they not add sugar to the smashed cucumbers but added chili oil instead, and they also added more vinegar than other families. Anyway, after the meal, Chu Shuyao was not used to it.

After dinner, I thought I would have a chance to sit in the living room and chat with my cousin, but it turned out that we each had our own things to do.

After dinner, Xia Haoyang went to the kitchen to wash the dishes again! It's ok for a grown man to cook, but he actually has to wash the dishes! ! Not to mention his identity as the richest man, the third young master of the Xia family has to wash the dishes at home?

Of course Zeng Jingyi also has her own work, which is mopping the floor. Everyone has to go to work during the day and can only mop the floor at night when they get home. Xiao Mengyan is also helping Zeng Jingyi. After all, this is a three-story villa. It is really tiring to work alone.

Looking at the three people with clear division of labor, Chu Shuyao sat alone on the sofa in the living room and felt uncomfortable all over. It was completely different from what she had imagined. She put herself in the situation and thought, if it were her, would she be able to do these servants' work happily every day?

Seeing the three of them gathering in the living room again after finishing their work, Chu Shuyao asked, "In fact, you can hire a servant. It's not like you can't afford one, cousin Haoyang?"

"Why do we need to hire a servant? These things are not many, and we can finish them with the division of labor among the three of us. Besides, Jingyi and Xiao Mengyan are both celebrities, and it would be unsafe to have outsiders at home, as it would leak their privacy."

"How could it be leaked? The Xia family in Wen City also has servants, and there has been no privacy leakage. There is no need to do these things like mopping the floor and washing clothes by yourself, and it will hurt the skin. Isn't it not cost-effective to spend more money on maintenance?" Chu Shuyao spread out her hands.

"Will washing clothes and mopping the floor hurt your skin?" Xiao Mengyan was surprised.

"Of course, we don't know what's added to those detergents. Of course, they're not good for the skin." Chu Shuyao said seriously.

"Oh, it's okay, I think my hand is fine, hehe." Xiao Mengyan didn't take it seriously.

"We are all ordinary people, and we have to do these housework ourselves. I don't think I need to hire a servant to take care of my life, so I am not suitable for you rich girls." Xia Haoyang took the opportunity to say it.

"But cousin Haoyang, you are also the third young master of the Xia family. You should not have done these things since childhood. Why are you used to doing these things?"

Of course, Xia Haoyang couldn't tell anyone about his soul traveling across time and space. "I gradually got used to it after coming to Yancheng to study, and I also feel more comfortable this way."

If you ask real rich ladies to do these maid jobs, they really don't want to do it, and they find it incomprehensible why they should waste their time and energy on something that can be solved with a little money.

Chu Shuyao didn't get much time to chat. After a brief chat, they went to the gym to exercise. Fifteen minutes later, Xia Haoyang finished his exercise panting, took a shower, and went back to his room to write the script.

Xiao Mengyan was still playing with the fitness ball in the gym, and only Zeng Jingyi came to the living room to watch TV with her.

"Is this how your daily life is? No other plans?" Chu Shuyao asked.

"Yes, I have to go to work during the day, and some housework can only be done at night. Your cousin Haoyang had a fever and developed pneumonia. The doctor recommended more exercise, so he just practiced on the elliptical machine and now he is back to his room to write the script. We usually don't have any other plans at night, but sometimes a group of friends will come to our house to watch football games and eat barbecue." Zeng Jingyi said with a smile.

"The group of friends you are talking about are probably the people in the company today." Chu Shuyao thought for a moment.

"Yes, they are all classmates of your cousin Haoyang. They work together during the day, and sometimes they have dinner together and watch football games at night."

"I always feel like your life seems very simple. As an artist, don't you need to go out for social events or attend dinner parties?"

"Others may not know, but we don't need it anyway, because your cousin Haoyang doesn't like us to attend dinner parties or social events." Zeng Jingyi replied with a smile.

"I only know that when night falls, the second generation in Vancouver will drive the latest sports cars to various nightclubs or other places to play, racing, horse racing, golf, yachting and so on." Chu Shuyao murmured.

"It's nice to try it occasionally, for example, we went to Vancouver for a yacht trip, which was fun. But if we do this every night, it will be too boring. It seems that life is too numb and needs stimulation." Zeng Jingyi thought for a while.

"Yeah, life is too boring and needs excitement." Chu Shuyao's eyes became empty. Although she was looking at the TV in front of her, it was obvious that she was not paying attention to the content on the screen, but was thinking about something in her little head.

What she saw and heard that day surprised her; it was something she had never imagined.

Chu Shuyao tossed and turned in the bed in the guest room at night and couldn't fall asleep. Sometimes she felt a little itchy, and sometimes she was thinking about other things. It was not until around three in the morning that she slowly fell asleep.