bookrebus Chapter 112 What kind of family is this? Do you need a housekeeper?
Chapter 112 What kind of family is this? Do you need a housekeeper?
Before Zhuang Xiao could figure out why so many people suddenly showed up at home, several aunts greeted her in unison, "Good morning, Miss Zhuang."
Zhuang Xiao said subconsciously: "Hello..."
Then, the aunt who placed desserts and drinks on the dining table pulled out a chair and said, "Ms. Zhuang, breakfast is ready. Would you like to have breakfast first?"
Zhuang Xiao was a little dazed as he was led to the dining table by the aunts. There were fruits, dried fruits, soy milk, a small bowl of seafood and egg noodles, and several small plates of pickles.
"We didn't know your taste, so we took the initiative to prepare some noodles. Just let us know what you want to eat in the future."
"Okay, okay..." Zhuang Xiao took the chopsticks a little slowly. He didn't understand what was going on, so he asked hurriedly, "Where's Tu Tu? I mean... Where's Mr. Tu?"
"The gentleman has already eaten and is in the study. He also told us to go and call him when you get up."
As soon as the aunt finished speaking, a person came out from the inner room. Tu Yan seemed to be uncomfortable with so many people crowded in the house. "You can leave first after you finish packing."
"Okay." The aunts had received instructions from the housekeeper before they came, and they knew that Tu Yan didn't like outsiders at home. "We should have packed up and left a long time ago. Mr. Tu asked us to say hello to Miss Zhuang."
After saying that, the aunts politely said goodbye to the two and left, leaving only one to wait in the kitchen to clean up the dishes.
The space became empty again. Zhuang Xiao looked up at Tu Yan, and the two of them stared at each other.
Zhuang Xiao just counted them clearly, and including the aunt in the kitchen, there were a total of ten.
What kind of family needs ten housekeepers?
Well, Zhuang Xiao thought about it, after all, Tu Yan was a real rich man, the future richest man, so it was normal for him to have a higher tone.
But the problem is that this is not a manor villa. Isn’t it a bit exaggerated to invite ten people at once?
"What's going on?" Zhuang Xiao asked.
Tu Yan pulled out a chair and sat across from Zhuang Xiao, "Someone has to do the housework."
As he spoke, he reminded her, "Eat breakfast first."
Inner thoughts: To round it off, the people I hired are equivalent to the housework I did. Just look at how well I do the housework.
Zhuang Xiao was also intoxicated by the fragrance. He took two bites and then ate the refreshing pickles.
Tu Yan asked: "How is it?"
"Delicious." Zhuang Xiao gave her comment. It seemed that Tu Yan had always lived this kind of life, and only downgraded his consumption after having her loving breakfast.
However, Zhuang Xiao quickly returned to the main topic, "How much housework can there be? It's something that can be done easily. There's no need to hire a housekeeper. It would be awkward if the housekeepers were there."
Zhuang Xiao said it casually, but Tu Yan's expression was a little strange. He frowned slightly, his eyes were burning, and he asked back: "Really not necessary?"
Zhuang Xiao thought he was worried about who should do the housework, and thought to himself, I didn’t expect that the perfect male protagonist, like most men, doesn’t like doing housework.
But think about it, with Tu Yan's financial resources, there is really no need to do it herself. And how dare she make demands on her little ancestor?
Besides, the two of them were definitely not meant to be together, and Zhuang Xiao didn't want to count on him. It was nothing strange for her to do her own things, so she nodded without hesitation, "Really, there are only two of us, and the housework isn't much, I can do it myself, you don't even have to do it."
Tu Yan seemed very unhappy, "Do you think I did a bad job?"
Zhuang Xiao looked puzzled and asked with a smile: "How could it be?"
"As long as you do your housework, it's fine. What's good or bad about it?"
"Besides, Tu Tu is already so talented, with tens of millions of dollars in business every minute. If he were also good at housework, would other people have food to eat?" Although Zhuang Xiao didn't know what was wrong with Tu Yan, he could still stroke his fur skillfully.
Tu Yan looked at Zhuang Xiao, who was smiling brightly, and his voice was a little hesitant, "You really don't care?"
"Of course." Zhuang Xiao poked at the noodles. "Our Tu Tu is good at everything. Small things like housework can't affect your glorious image at all."
Tu Yan seemed reluctantly convinced.
Although he has some shortcomings in housework skills, Zhuang Xiao still likes him.
Tu Yan's smile deepened, and he pushed a plate of pickled vegetables towards Zhuang Xiao, "Auntie, these pickled bamboo shoots are very good, try them."
After this incident, Zhuang Xiao let out a sigh of relief. It was really hard to guess what a man was thinking.
The next day, except for the housekeeper who came regularly when the two were not in the apartment, all other aunts were sent back to the Tu family's old house.
Afterwards, Zhuang Xiaocai learned from Shen Yuhua's conversation that these aunts had been employed by Shen Yuhua for many years, and Tu Yan not only asked for people from her, but also wanted the best ones.
Shen Yuhua felt uncomfortable for many days after being away from the familiar aunt with good cooking skills.
After all the people were sent back, Shen Yuhua still came to ask curiously.
Knowing that the two of them could handle it by themselves, Shen Yuhua immediately came to instigate Zhuang Xiao, "Let him do it, and do more."
"This kid has been very picky since he was young. When he was young, he couldn't stand even the slightest bit of dust. He refused to wear his clothes if they got a little wet. He even refused to wear slippers after taking a shower when his feet got a little wet..."
Shen Yuhua endlessly enumerated Tu Yan's many bad habits, and finally said expectantly, "Let him suffer a lot. Let him do all the work such as mopping the floor, cleaning the cabinets, and washing dishes..."
Zhuang Xiao narrowed his eyes and agreed readily.
He tilted his head and glanced at Tu Yan, who was lying on the sofa reading a book.
He was wearing navy blue silk pajamas, his hair was disheveled, his legs were stretched out and crossed, extending beyond the sofa, and his shoulders were leaning against the back of the sofa, close to Zhuang Xiao's shoulders.
Zhuang Xiao had never thought that Tu Yan had such a side to him.
Of course, there were things that she had never dared to imagine before.
As if he noticed Zhuang Xiao's gaze, Tu Yan raised his head, his deep black pupils tinged with a smile, and said helplessly, "You said bad things about me to mom again?"
"No way?" Zhuang Xiao couldn't admit it, "I was praising you."
Tu Yan looked at her with a look of disbelief.
"Tu Tu." Zhuang Xiao leaned over and squeezed him with his shoulder, "I want to eat popcorn."
Tu Yan, who was reading a book, sighed, put down the book, stood up and got her a bucket of popcorn, which also came with a fruit yogurt bowl.
Open the can, take out the spoon, and hand it to your hand, the series of actions are smooth and flowing.
Zhuang Xiao took a sip of the refreshing yogurt, then looked at Tu Yan who was standing beside him with a look of begging for praise. He felt his heart lighten up. He leaned over slightly and gave him a milky kiss on the cheek.
This kiss seemed to turn on a switch. Tu Yan squeezed next to her, rested his head on her shoulder, and held Zhuang Xiao's cheek with his big hand. "That's it?"
"What?" Zhuang Xiao's beautiful big eyes were completely clean, and there was a little bit of yogurt on her lips.
Tu Yan was easily attracted by the cuteness.
He moved forward and kissed Zhuang Xiao on the lips. Unlike Tu Yan's fierce aura, his kisses were always restrained but very long and soothing.