Chapter 2: Miss Jiang family

Five-year-old Jiang Mingzhen is very troubled, super invincible and extremely troubled.
The children around didn't understand that there was something worth worrying about Jiang Mingzhen. What they mean is that Jiang Mingzhen is the only daughter of the Jiang family, but that is the Jiang family. There is a big hotel in the city center.
Jiang Mingzhen has grown up in love since he was born. The family members held her for fear of falling in the palm of the hand, and fear of dissolving in the mouth, lest she would be uncomfortable.
Is there anything Jiang Mingzhen can't ask for?
"I want Aunt Fan to come back!"
Jiang Mingzhen crossed her hands, her mouth pursed almost to the ceiling. The ribs soup in front of her was cold. She said she didn't eat it, but she didn't eat it.
"Little Zhen, my mother's hands are sore. Will you take a bite?" Xu Meiyin held up the spoon and coaxed her voice softly: "Mum and Dad have already hired a new nanny. She will come to our house to play with you this afternoon."
"I don't want a new babysitter!"
The child waved his hand in the air twice, and all the juice in the spoon spilled onto his mother's sleeve.
Jiang Mingzhen has not yet lost his temper: "The new nanny cooks bad food, and my mother's cooks are not good. I only want Aunt Fan."
Xu Meiyin frowned her delicate eyebrows and sighed inaudibly.
She has nothing to do with her own daughter.
Jiang Yuan first married Xu Meiyin because of her tenderness and beauty, and her knowledge. She is a young lady from the scholarly family, she has never been anxious with anyone in her life, and she speaks quietly. Who thinks that the daughter they gave birth to is not enough to inherit Xu Meiyin's good temper.
Jiang Mingzhen was only five years old, and she was already a bully who no one in the family could control. For her wishes, her parents have always been responsive. Sometimes her request was too much and her parents refused to agree, and Jiang Mingzhen was even more energetic at that time, crying and making trouble, and she was bound to noisy her parents until they nodded.
But this time things are different.
She took care of Jiang Mingzhen since she was a child. The nurse named Fan quit her job as a nanny last week.
Aunt Fan came from the country and went to work in the city. She has a son who is about the same age as Jiang Mingzhen. She received a phone call last week. Her man had an accident while working on a construction site, and the people on the spot disappeared. Aunt Fan was heartbroken, and her young son was left alone in the countryside, so she had to go back.
No matter how fierce Jiang Mingzhen was, the Jiang family couldn't speak, and asked Aunt Fan to leave her son and come to their home to take care of their children.
"Xiaozhen, something happened to Aunt Fan's house..."
Xu Meiyin didn't know how to explain the difficulties to her daughter.
"I don't care. I feel uncomfortable if Aunt Fan is not there, and I won't eat if I feel unwell.
Come on, Jiang Mingzhen is someone who can understand things.
The daughter did not eat two meals, Xu Meiyin was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
When Jiang Yuan came back, she had to discuss with him whether she could get Aunt Fan back with more money.
"We, Xiaozhen, were brought by that aunt since we were young," she said. "Suddenly we changed people and the taste of the dishes changed. She would inevitably not be used to it."
When the Jiang family called Aunt Fan, she had just handled the funeral.
Jiang Mingzhen is a difficult child to serve, but according to her conscience, the wages given by the Jiang family have always been very good. This time they wanted to invite the aunt back, and they took care of her family's affairs. The salary was more than doubled.
In a few words, Aunt Fan was moved by them.
"I'm very willing to go back to take care of Ms. Zhen, but my son is alone in the country, and I really can't find relatives who can help." After consideration, Aunt Fan asked carefully, "Can I bring my son to the city together? ?"
She is willing to come back, and the Jiang family is already very grateful, so she deserves to be happy.
"of course can!"
The big rock in her heart fell to the ground, and Xu Meiyin happily talked about Aunt Fan's return.
The new nanny has resigned; the nanny room where Aunt Fan lived has been restored.
Jiang Mingzhen knew that Aunt Fan was coming back, so she was naturally too happy. When she heard about this early in the morning, she didn't think she was awake, so she jumped downstairs and said she was going to the station to pick up Aunt Fan.
Xu Meiyin quickly explained that the aunt will be back a few days. So Jiang Mingzhen wilted like a discouraged ball.
"In the past few days, you can help mom and decorate Aunt Fan's son's room together."
Jiang Mingzhen showed interest: "Who?"
"Aunt Fan's son, he also came to live with Aunt Fan."
Xu Meiyin messed up her daughter's forehead and asked with a smile: "In the future, there will be one more person in the family who can play with Xiaozhen. Is Gao unhappy?"
Naturally happy, Jiang Mingzhen sniffed, not wanting to be too obvious: "How old is he?"
"Is it older than you?" Xu Meiyin speculated. Aunt Fan used to be Xiaozhen's nanny, and her child will probably be several months older than Xiaozhen.
"Oh." Jiang Mingzhen's mouth flew up again.
Children seem to like to play with children older than themselves, and Jiang Mingzhen is no exception.
She is the only daughter in the family and has no siblings. The only few playmates of the same age, because of Jiang Mingzhen's poor personality, can't go with her.
Now there is a new boy coming, and she is so excited that she can't wait to beat the drums with her fists on the table.
"I can live in my toy room." Jiang Mingzhen suggested.
The toy room is next to her room.
Xu Meiyin didn't see her thoughts: "You don't need your toy room, there are many guest rooms at home."
Jiang Mingzhen insisted: "He definitely likes the toy room more. The toy room has many of my toys."
Hearing her daughter's natural tone of making decisions for others in advance, Xu Meiyin suddenly flashed a hint of worry.
"Xiaozhen, when Aunt Fan's son comes, you have to be polite to him, don't you know?"
"I know." Jiang Mingzhen responded.
But Jiang Mingzhen's definition of politeness may not be the same as Xu Meiyin's need for her politeness.
"Last time, my friend brought her daughter to our house. I also told you to be polite. As a result, you insisted that someone play with you with blocks. If she didn't want to play with you, you just lost her with the blocks. Last time you You did not do what you promised me."
"I'm very polite. I asked her to play with me. I took all the blocks out. She didn't play." Jiang Mingzhen's eyes widened and his face was incredulous: "The blocks are so fun!"
"You think it's fun, but people don't necessarily think it's fun. I call you polite to make you respect your guests' choice. Just let them do what they want and consider their feelings first."
Xu Meiyin said so earnestly and earnestly, but the opposite of her was just a silly five-year-old fool.
Jiang Mingzhen didn't understand anything.
But she thought her mother was right, so she said "Oh oh" and nodded like garlic.
On the day the country nanny took the child into the city, Jiang Mingzhen made preparations in advance.
She called many partners to come home.
That's the case, Jiang Mingzhen found that every time she played with children alone, the other party would not have fun. If there are other children present, the other person can play with other people, then he will be the happiest.
She thought, this is what her mother calls "polite." Consider the feelings of the guests first than herself.
When the children were playing almost noon, the doorbell of her house finally rang.
At the moment the bell rang, Jiang Mingzhen jumped up like a frightened bird and fled to the backyard.
The little friends in the family didn't know, so, seeing her nervous, like a big enemy, thinking that she was playing some ghost game, she rushed to the backyard with her.
Xu Meiyin went downstairs and opened the door.
She was still wondering when she was driving, why the noisy living room just now became quiet.
"Xiaozhen? Xiaozhen?" No one answered.
A group of little ghosts squatted in the backyard with their heads leaning against the door, focusing their attention on the person who was about to enter.
Xu Meiyin opened the door.
Later, He Yu asked Jiang Mingzhen what her impression was when she first saw him.
She answered honestly: "You were very ordinary when you were a kid."
He Yu looks like an ordinary five-year-old boy.
Short, with short hair. The round face and the flesh on the cheeks make it bulging.
One nose, two eyes, one mouth, there is nothing worthy of comment.
Ordinary, what can I say besides ordinary.
The little country boy Jiang Mingzhen imagined should be a little blacker and thinner than him. But the appearance of this boy is no different from the five-year-old boy in the city.
He is not black, and his mushy face was wiped white and clean by his mother.
To describe it, it is like a steamed bun. It is round and not sleek, it is the kind that is squeezed neatly and steamed very thoroughly.
Because what He Yu asked Jiang Mingzhen about was her impression of seeing him for the first time, she could only say ordinary.
If he asked, how did she feel about him when she saw him for the first time...
Unknown, Jiang Mingzhen prefers round-shaped buns.
So when she saw He Yu for the first time, she felt that she wanted to bite him.