After a flash marriage, I became the beautiful wife of a wealthy heir

The security guard grinned and walked over with a playful look on his face, greeted Zhao Zhengfeng in a flattering manner, then turned and walked towards his electric bike and rode away.

Before Ye Wenxiu came today, she dressed herself up and wore the clothes that Sister Wenli gave her.

She saw Zhao Zhengfeng and hurried over.

Wenxiu always has a smile on her face. Whenever she smiles, two shallow dimples appear on her cheeks, making her already beautiful face even more charming.

Zhao Zhengfeng waved to Wenxiu with a smile.

"Wenxiu, is your sister discharged from the hospital?"

"Mr. Zhao, my sister was discharged from the hospital this morning. I sent her home and rushed over here."

Wenxiu said this while holding the handles of the wheelchair with both hands, turned the wheelchair around, and pushed it back to the yard of the mansion.

Wenxiu pushed her electric wheelchair back to the villa hall and was stunned. She looked around blankly. The hall was decorated very luxuriously and just right, giving people an indescribable sense of beauty.

"Ms. Ye, don't be stunned for now. I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the environment at home..."

As Zhao Zhengfeng was speaking, his mother slowly walked down the stairs from the second floor in the living room.

"Zhengfeng, the caregiver you found is here. Don't fire her after just a few days of probation. The people recommended by the housekeeping company don't dare to come to our house. Don't be too picky, okay?"

Ye Wenxiu turned around and looked towards the stairs. An old woman in her sixties had already walked down the stairs and walked towards her with a smile on her face.

She was dressed simply, had a rosy complexion, and was well-maintained, with almost no visible wrinkles on her face.

Wenxiu took one look at the old woman and could tell that she was a well-educated person from a wealthy family.

"Girl, you are here, what's your name?"

"Auntie, I'm new here, my name is Ye Wenxiu." Wenxiu grabbed the bottom of her clothes with both hands and answered timidly.

"...Where is your home...How old is it?"

Could it be that this rich lady has taken a fancy to Wenxiu and wants to make her her daughter-in-law?

Ye Wenxiu was delivering takeout outside, very busy. Although she had seen a lot of things in the world, she was very restrained when she had never experienced such a scene. Her face turned red, she lowered her head, and her fingers were rubbing her clothes nervously.

Wenxiu raised her head and glanced at Zhao Zhengfeng in the wheelchair: "I..."

"Mom, please stop asking. It's like checking my household registration. It makes me feel embarrassed..."

"Mom, go do your thing. I know my limits."

Zhao Zhengfeng is the second young master of Lancheng Zhao Company. His elder brother Zhao Zhenghui is now in charge of all the affairs of the company.

His father Zhao Yu helps Zhenghui with his work in the company.

Usually, he and his parents live at home. His brother Zhenghui is married and lives elsewhere.

When Zhao Zhengfeng was in college, he studied advertising design and planning. He loved this industry very much. His family wanted him to participate in the management of the company, but he was used to freedom and didn't want to do so.

He usually takes on some advertising design and planning jobs at home and earns a good income. He feels that this kind of life is what he wants to live.

A few days ago, while inspecting the billboard installation site, I injured my leg and had to sit in a wheelchair, so I hired Wenxiu.

The old lady seemed to want to talk to Wenxiu for a while longer. Seeing her reserved look, she smiled, turned around and went upstairs.

Zhao Zhengfeng took Wenxiu to the laundry room, kitchen and rest room in an electric wheelchair. He explained the daily work to her.

Zhao Zhengfeng and his mother had already had lunch, but had not yet decided on dinner. Wenxiu came, and it was a good opportunity to try out her cooking skills.

Wenxiu has a quick mind, lively eyes, and nimble hands and feet.

She had just taken Zhao Zhengfeng through a rough tour of the house and had a plan and arrangement in her mind. She wanted to finish several tasks at the same time in a limited time.

Mopping the floor, doing laundry, and cooking dinner for three people.

Zhao Zhengfeng dismissed his caregiver several days ago. Without a caregiver at home, several sets of clothes have been piled up in the laundry room.

Wenxiu rolled up her sleeves, picked up the mop and went to the laundry room to wash it, then came out and mopped the floor in the lobby and rooms on the first floor.

After mopping the floor, she put the pile of dirty clothes in the laundry room into the fully automatic washing machine, set the time, and then turned to the kitchen.

Zhao Zhengfeng’s family usually orders vegetables for the next day online, and someone comes to deliver the vegetables early in the morning.

Wenxiu didn't know what other people had for lunch, so on the first day of her trial period, she decided to give it a try and make some simple and delicious dinner.

Wenxiu took her apron from the hook in the kitchen and tied it around her waist. She looked at the vegetables on the shelf, which included beans, tofu, tomatoes, eggplants, green peppers, and a small piece of lean meat in the refrigerator.

Wenxiu was picking vegetables while turning sideways and sticking her head out of the kitchen.

"Mr. Zhao, what do you usually eat in the evening?"

"Just the things in the kitchen, you can do whatever you want!"

When Wenxiu heard this, she was a little confused. She didn't know what they liked to eat. But then she thought, there are tofu and beans. It seems that their family prefers beans.

She had an idea in her mind, and without smiling or saying anything, she smiled and agreed to the plan towards the other side of the hall.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, let me cook some home-cooked dishes with the dishes in the kitchen. I'll also make a small pot of mung bean porridge. It's comfortable to drink in hot weather and easy to digest at night."

Zhao Zhengfeng looked at the kitchen door and saw Wenxiu's smiling face sticking out of the kitchen, so he smiled and replied.

"You decide. It's up to you."

Zhao Zhengfeng felt comfortable and at ease listening to Wenxiu speak. This was a feeling he had never had when he had previously come into contact with the caregivers hired by his family.

Wenxiu rummaged through Mr. Zhao's kitchen cabinet and found several bags of commonly used beans.

It seems that my guess was correct. Mr. Zhao and his family really like to eat beans.

She wanted to cook some millet porridge, so she washed the millet and poured it into a stainless steel pot, then put a handful of glutinous rice in it, added some red beans and peanuts, and put it on the stove to simmer.

In fact, Mr. Zhao has a ready-made pressure cooker in his kitchen, but she is not used to using it. She is used to cooking rice in a stainless steel pot at home. She thinks the porridge cooked over a slow fire tastes better.

Wenxiu doesn’t dare to say that she is a first-class cook, but she is confident that she has skills that are hard to match - she is quick and skillful in cooking, and cooks well and quickly.

While cooking on one stove, Wenxiu started frying vegetables on another. She was full of confidence and wanted to show off her skills in front of Mr. Zhao's family, win Mr. Zhao's approval, and get the job.

Wenxiu used local ingredients to stir-fry four dishes: dried green beans, mapo tofu, braised eggplant, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and a small pot of tomato and egg soup.

Wenxiu cooked several dishes and turned the plates upside down in a bowl before eating.

In such hot weather, Wenxiu was afraid that the food would get cold too early and affect the taste.

Wenxiu turned the stove on very low, and while she was cooking porridge, she went to the laundry room. The set time had just arrived, so she took out the washed clothes and hung them on the clothesline on the large balcony to the south of the laundry room.

Wenxiu finished all these tasks efficiently and it only took her about an hour. Thanks to her proper arrangements, she did not feel tired but rather felt very relaxed.

Zhao Zhengfeng sat upright in a wheelchair, observing Wenxiu busying around. He was very happy and felt that he had found the right person this time.

After Wenxiu finished hanging up the clothes, it was past six o'clock and time for dinner.

Wenxiu placed four dishes, a large bowl of vegetable soup, a small pot of porridge, and a small basket of steamed buns on the dining table.

She invited Zhao Zhengfeng to come over for dinner, and then went upstairs to call Zhao Zhengfeng's mother.

Wenxiu went upstairs and found the door of a bedroom was half open.

Wenxiu walked over and saw the old lady of the Zhao family sitting at a low wooden table. She was wearing a pair of glasses, with her head lowered, and her hands were embroidering on a piece of silk cloth.

On the stool next to her lay a large white and black cat.

Wenxiu knocked on the door gently. The big cat on the stool turned its head to look at the door, then jumped to the old lady's side, staring at Wenxiu vigilantly with its big eyes.

The old lady turned her head to look at Wenxiu at the door and smiled. She took off her glasses, put them on the table, stood up and walked towards Wenxiu.

"Auntie, it's already past six o'clock, come downstairs and eat."

"My last name is Jiang. Call me Aunt Jiang when we meet."

Wenxiu hurried forward, holding Aunt Jiang's arm, and slowly walked down the stairs.

Mrs. Jiang looked at the sumptuous dinner and was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She looked at Wenxiu and turned to her son and said:

"Zhengfeng, this is good. We found the right qualified caregiver."