Feminism and donkeys

This time Qingxuan brought Zhimai home again, and she hoped that Zhimai, who lacked love in her childhood, could enjoy the warmth of the family with her.

As soon as Zhimai went home with Qingxuan, his mother was instantly flushed and refreshed, and the dishes must be rich that night.

Zhimai is very good at making the old lady happy, kneading her shoulders and legs, she looks more like her own daughter than herself.The old lady always patted Zhimai's hand and was amused by her.

Qingxuan thought, if Zhimai asked her for money, the old lady would definitely pay her without hesitation.

"Auntie, thanks to your instructions, you can see how high-end the decoration of this house is, and people can tell that the style is extraordinary at a glance." Zhimai took out her mobile phone to post photos, and began to flatter her future mother-in-law.

"Hey, Mai, you are so talkative, if only I had a daughter like you, our tastes are so consistent.

Qingxuan didn't like the things I bought for her when she was a child. The bigger the things, the more repulsive they were. They said they were too gaudy. I looked pretty clean, and the little girl looked good in them." The mother was in a good mood, and began to tell stories about her childhood up.

Qingxuan was at a loss for words, since she was a child, she really didn't think those skirts were pretty.

The gender symbols of women's clothing are too serious. Delicacy, complexity, and cumbersomeness are more sought after than coldness and simplicity. Women seem to only pursue beauty.

Because society needs women to be weak, obedient and obedient forever.

But aesthetics is defined from top to bottom, and the high class defines what is beautiful and what is ugly.

The king of Chu has a thin waist, and the palace is full of hunger. The essence of taste is the chain of contempt built by class.

Small feet are beautiful, high-heeled shoes are beautiful, white and thin are beautiful, and the beauty of being imprisoned makes people indulge in it. Women seem to forget that their muscles and strength are being weakened, and they no longer pursue higher, faster, and stronger .

After secretly refuting her mother in her stomach, Qingxuan didn't want to stay in the living room anymore, so she decided to wash the fruit.

Not long after, Zhimai followed.

"Senior Sister, go ahead and talk to Auntie, why are you hiding here when you come home so rarely?" Zhimai rolled up his sleeves and pushed his butt towards him.

"This won't work, you are a guest, how can you let a guest do this kind of thing, you continue to chat with your mother, she is very happy" Qingxuan frowned, and snatched back the grapes in Zhimai's hand.

"We're all living together, so what's the difference between the host and the guest? It's rare for you mother and daughter to meet each other. You probably have a lot to say, go and go, I'll come here." Zhimai pushed Qingxuan out, satisfied, with a heart Sweet.

This little action will definitely gain points in front of Auntie. Thinking of this, her actions became more agile.

"Why did you come out again, just leave the wheat to work alone? It's really ignorant." The old lady looked disgusted, why is she still like this when she is almost 30.

Helplessly, Qingxuan went into the kitchen again, this time Zhimai hummed a song and smiled back at her, without stopping her again.

The old lady's mind is still clear now.She did not divorce impulsively back then. Before the divorce, she was determined to start with financial independence.

After saving enough money, she filed for divorce.

Looking at her husband's astonished face, she thought she would feel the pleasure of revenge, but in fact her mood did not fluctuate.

Just full of emotion.

Thinking of what happened back then, the old lady sighed.

Zhimai's state is exactly the same as her back then.

Before marriage, she was always careful to please the parents of the other party, asking about her preferences, carefully preparing various gifts every time she came, and even planning her compliments in advance, for fear that the other family would not like her at all.

What is love, love is inferiority.

Although the beauty is not as good as it was then, the old lady's mind is still flexible, and she clearly knows that Zhimai's feelings for her daughter are not ordinary.

In essence, the old lady when she was young is the same kind of woman as the Zhimai who is in love.

They will continue to castrate themselves for the sake of so-called love and so-called family, without end.

The old lady didn't object, and was even happy to see it succeed. Wouldn't it be better if no man would kill Qingxuan's only daughter?

Moreover, there is nothing wrong with multiple daughters making her, a widowed old man, happy. Qingxuan is about to start a family and needs someone to take good care of her, and Zhimai just has the potential to go all out for love.

She could predict that as long as Qingxuan needs it, Zhimai will definitely give up her high-paying job, become a housewife without hesitation, and become Qingxuan's backing wholeheartedly.

The old lady doesn't think she will be as mean as her ex-husband's mother, she will make up for Zhimai, and she will be a good mother-in-law.

Like all male mothers in the world, she selfishly hopes that her child can live as comfortably as at home, have a wife to accompany and take care of her for the rest of her life, and never have to reduce the quality of life.

As for whether other people's daughters will encounter the same predicament as hers, she has no control over it.

Marriage is the last link of slavery, a fig leaf for one party to exploit the other, and it will be buried underground forever in the dust of history.

But if the cannibal marriage system cannot die, at least don't let the daughter become someone else's wife.

She is old, but sober.

She remembers how much pain and heartbreak the experience of being a housewife caused her, but encouraged other women to follow her path.

Victims eventually become perpetrators.

She is now a mother, and a woman second.

Therefore, no matter from which point of view, the old lady is very satisfied with Zhimai, and the current new house should be regarded as the future wedding house!

If the young couple is dissatisfied and feels that the house is too small, she can also contribute another sum, as long as it allows her to hold her grandson earlier.

The old lady thought cheerfully, a happy life is in front of her eyes.

In a blink of an eye, Zhimai and Qingxuan have been living together for several months, during which there were countless small frictions and quarrels, and the two became familiar with each other through constant running-in.

From Zhimai's point of view, they have gradually warmed up their relationship after overcoming various difficulties. They are a close family, even better than a couple in love.

She spends time cleaning every day, spending almost half the time on housework than Qingxuan until the house is spotless.

Qingxuan also persuaded her that there is no need to work so hard, if the ground is not dirty, she doesn't have to procrastinate every day, and her studies are also very heavy, so even if she doesn't study, she should take a good rest.Zhimai didn't take it seriously, and always said:

"I also do this at home. My mother said that girls who can do housework are diligent and don't worry about marrying. Besides, I'm used to doing it too. Isn't it good that the house is clean?"

Qingxuan was helpless, sighed, rolled up his sleeves and followed Zhimai to do it, secretly thinking to take advantage of the discount to buy a sweeping robot, otherwise Zhimai would be too tiring to spend time doing housework in addition to coping with Bosan’s studies up.

Zhimai is happy, and doing housework together is even sweeter, and she enjoys it.

The food is also made of weaving wheat. She remembers Qingxuan's taste clearly. When buying vegetables every day, she always remembers what seasonal dishes are there. Will Qingxuan like them? If she is too picky, she can't help it. A few dishes are not good for your health, how can I make them more delicious so that she can eat more.

If Zhimai used to be, she would never have imagined that she could get so close to the goddess in her heart.