Don't be a secretary to a genius

Mother Jiang ate slowly for a while, looked at Jingyou and said, "I never thought that I would invite a daughter-in-law to come in, but since you have the heart, I can consider it. Our daughter-in-law must abide by the three obediences and four virtues, so that she can go to the hall Let's go to the kitchen, I see you..." I didn't finish the following words, but the meaning was already very obvious.

Jing You straightened his back, and when he was nervous, he blocked out all the outside voices and lost his ability to think. He just said: "I am very obedient, and I learn things quickly. It is difficult to get into the kitchen...it doesn't bother me."

Mother Jiang continued to eat with her head down.

A thin layer of sweat had already broken out on Jingyou's back.

After breakfast, Jiang's mother wiped her mouth and cast her eyes on Jing You: "Before, we used to wash the dishes in our house, look..."

"I...I'll try." Jing You answered uncertainly.

In the past 20 years, she has no experience in this field.

Mother Jiang nodded, "Then leave it to you."

After all, he controlled the wheelchair and went back to the house.

Jing You scratched his forehead, washing the dishes...it shouldn't be too difficult.

Jing You got up, and carefully carried the dishes on the table into the kitchen one by one, and took several times to finish carrying them.

Zhao Ma, who was still in the room just now, seemed to have evaporated, and she was nowhere to be found.

Jing You stood in front of the sink, and there was no one to turn to for help.

Jing You looked around, "There should be a dishwasher here." He began to think about what else should be added to this kitchen.

When Jing You's eyes fell on the dirty dishes and bowls, his eyes were full of disgust.

Do you want to touch those places full of oily bacteria with your hands?

She shrank her neck, wanting to be covered with little ants all over her body, which was very itchy and uncomfortable.

Jing You scratched the back of his neck, glanced around again, and found a pair of rubber gloves on the metal hook by the pool.

Immediately, her eyes lit up as if she had found a savior.

However, Jing You didn't directly take off the gloves and put them on his hands, but drew inferences from one instance, and opened the nearby cabinets to find the unopened ones.

Luckily, she was quickly called to find a new pair.

Jing You opened the packing bag with bent lips, and armed himself with gloves.

Jing You walked to the sink, recalling the last time Jiang Shengyan was cooking at his home, it seemed that he needed an apron.

But soon, her attention was removed from the apron and washing the dishes, and her mind was full of the image of Jiang Shengyan standing by the sink washing vegetables last time, and helping her roll up her sleeves from behind.

Heart "thumping" out of control.

Oh I see!

Jing You realized later, and finally found the reason behind the behavior of the protagonists in those TV dramas.

If my sister could also appear behind her and hug her now...

Jingyou smirked.

"What are you laughing at here if you don't work?"

A voice suddenly appeared behind him, and Jing You was taken aback.

Sister Zhao raised her chin, "My wife asked me to help you."

He said it was a help, but no matter how his tone sounded, it meant that he wanted to supervise her to work hard.

Jingyou's brain froze for a moment, and asked, "Where can I find a clean apron?"

"It's hanging there." Sister Zhao pointed to the hook at the door.

"No new ones?" Jing You blinked, "I didn't find them just now."

Sister Zhao originally wanted to embarrass Jing You, but the other party's eyes were really overwhelming.

In the end, Zhao Ma didn't say anything, she just took out a new apron from the cabinet and handed it to Jing You, muttering: "Your thin skin and tender flesh are not suitable for work, let me do the washing."

Jing You shook his head, "Auntie said that Jiang Shengyan used to do the dishes, but she is not here, so I have the responsibility to help her."

Sister Zhao opened her mouth and stepped back, "Then you wash it, I'll see if you wash it well."

Jing You looked at the pool of bowls and suddenly felt dizzy.

She turned on the faucet, and the water jet hit the plate, splashing a lot of water, inevitably splashing all over her body and getting water droplets on her face.

Jing You hurriedly turned down the water flow, picked up a pile of cleaning sponge, and rubbed it on the surface of the top dirty dish a few times.

However, the oil stain only changed its shape and was not wiped off.

Jing You used his brains and had a flash of inspiration.

High temperature can speed up the movement of molecules, so hot water should be used to wash oil stains.

Without common sense, there is still knowledge to make up.

Jing You confidently turned the faucet to the other side. After a while, the water temperature rose, and the oil on the plate was slowly washed away by the water.

The corners of Jingyou's lips curled up slightly, and he picked up the top plate, rinsed it under the current of water and put it aside. Repeated this step several times, the bowls and plates were laid out in sequence on the marble counter next to the sink.

At this time, Sister Zhao reminded: "Washing with water alone is not enough, you have to wash it well with detergent."

Jing You frowned, pretending to be calm: "I haven't finished washing, the next step is to put detergent."

As he said that, he picked up the transparent bottle next to the sink, and dripped a lump of light yellow cleaning agent on each bowl and plate, and the fruity fragrance of the cleaning agent diffused in the air.

Jing You is like a rigorous chemical experimenter, dripping an equal amount of cleaning agent on each tableware that needs to be cleaned, and wiping it with a sponge for the same number of times, before rinsing them under the tap one by one.

Zhao's mother frowned. With this washing method, the bottle of cleaning agent will need to be replaced within a few days.

Jing You was so engrossed in washing that she didn't notice the splashed water all over her body.

There was also a puddle of water on the ground nearby.

Zhao Ma rubbed her hands, and couldn't help thinking of going over to replace Jing You.

Not to mention waste water and detergent, I have to drag the kitchen all over again later.

After a full half an hour, Jingyou finally finished cleaning the tableware, the total amount was only two bowls and three plates, and two of the porridge bowls were basically free from stains.

Jing You took off his gloves and wiped off the water droplets on his face with his hands, forgetting that there was someone beside him, and sighed: "I have worked so hard!"

Sister Zhao: "..." I think I have worked harder.

"Has Xiaoyou finished washing yet?"

Mother Jiang's voice sounded from the kitchen door.

"finished Wash."

Jing You turned around with a proud face, picked up a plate and showed it in 360 degrees, "It's as clean as new."

Mother Jiang smiled and nodded, "Xiaoyou is awesome!" Her tone was very similar to her mother's encouragement to a one-year-old toddler who finally succeeded in standing up.

Jing You didn't feel anything wrong, and proudly put the plate back.

But with a slip of the hand, the plate fell off the edge of the cabinet, and instantly shattered, exploding a white porcelain flower.

Jing You took a few steps back in an instant, with panic on her face, as if a land mine had exploded in front of her.

Jing You just wanted to tell Sister Zhao to sweep away the debris on the ground quickly, so as not to hurt her, but thinking that this is not her territory, she swallowed the words that came to her lips.

The air in the room froze.

Jing You's face was hot, "Yes, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, I...I'll clean it up right away!" He was extremely embarrassed.

Mother Jiang comforted softly: "It's just a plate, it doesn't matter, as long as there is no injury."

Paused for a moment, "Leave this to Mama Zhao, you push me out for a walk."

"Okay!" Jing You agreed quickly.

Both face and heart were occupied by nervousness, just like the uneasy appearance of a student who has just participated in military training facing the instructor.

Jing You was wearing a simple and casual white sportswear, with his hair draped behind his shoulders, looking youthful and bright.

Mother Jiang asked, "Don't you like to tie your hair up?"

"I didn't find the rubber band." Jing You answered truthfully.

"If you don't dislike what my aunt used, use this one in my hand?" Mama Jiang raised her hand and shook it twice. There was a black hair tie on her wrist.

"Okay." Jing You stretched out his palm, a little shy.

"Go to the dining table. Auntie will make you a nice braid." Mother Jiang smiled, "When Yan Yan was young, I used to braid her hair in various ways. The skill is so good. Now I don't have the chance."

Jing You went over as he said, and sat on the stool with his back to Mother Jiang, resting his hands on his knees, clutching the fabric of his trousers nervously.

"Wait a minute, Auntie, get a comb." Mother Jiang stepped back.

She was about to turn around to look for the comb, but Jing You got up first: "I'll get it."

Not long after, Jing You came back with a wooden hair comb, and a faint sandalwood fragrance could be smelled in the air.

Mother Jiang took the wooden comb from Jingyou.

Jing You sat down, feeling a strange emotion spread in his heart.

Like a hot spring soaking into the heart, the whole body becomes warm.

Mother Jiang combed Jingyou's hair from top to bottom, and then parted a strand from the thick hair, combed it from top to bottom, and braided it into a small braid without even using a rubber band. Hold the braid securely.After weaving one side, repeat the same process on the symmetrical part of the other side.

At the end, the two small braids and the large bundle of hair in the middle are combined into one strand, combed back and tied.

Jing You's facial features are already deep, but this time he exposed his entire face, coupled with a slightly playful hairstyle, very much like the princess from beyond the Great Wall in ancient times.

Jing You stood up, turned to Mother Jiang, and shyly said, "Thank you."

When she was a child, her grandma would occasionally braid her hair, and she could barely see it.Some children will show off their mother's braids, she just thinks it is childish.

If there was a gentle person like Mama Jiang who took care of her hair every day, she would probably want to show off.

Mother Jiang sighed sincerely: "Xiaoyou looks so good-looking, my aunt has never seen such a beautiful child before!"

There was steam on Jingyou's face.

Mother Jiang said casually: "Your parents must be handsome men and beautiful women."

Jing You was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"In terms of looks, they have contributed a lot," she said.

Mother Jiang smiled, "Then shall we go out?"

"Okay." Jing You went around to the back of the wheelchair and put both hands on the handles.

Walking to the door, Jing You suddenly remembered something, took a look at the weather with his mobile phone: the temperature was 15 degrees, and there was a slight breeze.

Entering October, the temperature dropped sharply, and I heard the sound of wind outside last night.

"Auntie, wait a moment."

Jing You ran to Jiang Shengyan's bedroom and took out a blanket from the cabinet.

She glanced at the messy cabinet and closed the door silently, as if nothing had happened.

"It might be windy outside, so I'll cover you with another layer." Jing You quickly walked up to Mama Jiang, and put a layer of warmer on her legs.

"Thank you." Mother Jiang smiled sincerely, "Xiaoyou is very caring."

Jing You smiled embarrassedly, bent over to put on his shoes, and pushed Mama Jiang out.

On the road, the autumn wind was rustling, although it was a bit chilly, it was not too cold.

The early yellow leaves fell and spread on the ground, creating a golden avenue.

Jing You pushed the wheelchair and walked on the road, deliberately stepping on the dry yellow leaves, making a "cracking" sound.

A childlike smile appeared on his face.

At this time, two women in their forties walked by.

After walking a certain distance, one of them said to the people next to him: "We just passed by that woman with a disabled leg. I heard that her man is a rapist. He was just released a while ago."

"Yo, you have to stay away!" The listener agreed.

"Well, speaking of which, her daughter is not young. With this condition, I'm afraid it's not easy to find a husband's family."

"But let's talk about it! I've seen her a few times, and her girl is pretty good-looking. It's a pity, if it weren't for her family's situation, I would still like to introduce my nephew to her."

"Your nephew is only 30, right? According to the conditions I said, you can find a younger girl. It's good to have children. It's good to hold two in three years."

"That's true."

"The new girl in their family is very beautiful. I wonder if she is a new babysitter. Don't let anything happen!"

"But I don't think any men have been in or out of her house. Is what you said true?"

"How can you have the face to go out after doing that kind of thing, you must be hiding at home!"

"Why is our community..."

The two women walked away slowly, their voices getting smaller and smaller.

Jing You couldn't help but want to catch up with the theory, Jiang's mother seemed to have the ability to predict, she held her hand first, raised her head to comfort: "Don't let these words affect your mood."

Mother Jiang pursed her lips, "Auntie is very sorry for causing you to be wronged. I just hope you can trust Yanyan's father, he is not a bad person."

"I know, but they..." Jing You glanced at the back in front of him unwillingly.

Mother Jiang smiled shyly: "My mouth grows on other people. My aunt is used to it. How can I stop it with so many mouths? Besides...they are right." This is indeed a fact that everyone believes.

"One day they will know that they are wrong." Jing You is sure.

Mama Jiang was stunned, feeling a little turbulent after seeing her for a long time.

Really... will there be a day?

King house.

There was a vase in front of Jing Zhenzhu, and she was holding a flower branch and a pair of scissors in her hand.

She glanced at the absent-minded Jiang Sheng and said, "Isn't it boring to cultivate one's morality with me?"

"No."

Jiang Shengyan shook his head, afraid that Jing Zhenzhu would not believe it, and said again: "No."

"Then why do you keep looking at your phone?" Jing Zhenzhu couldn't hear any joy or anger in her voice, "I'm old and yellow, so I can't compare to your phone?"

Before Jiang Shengyan could answer, the phone screen on the table lit up with a vibration.

Caller: Boss.