A Young Woman's Heart

"What's so bad about it! I think it's alright..." Mo Xueyao pouted, noticing that Li Wanyan had finally been woken up.

She slowly sat up from the bed, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Mo Xueyao with her eyes that seemed to be barely open: "Yaoyao is getting more and more skilled at playing the piano."

"Right? I think I'm quite talented at playing the piano!" Mo Xueyao proudly played a few more passages.

"It's so noisy, making noise so early in the morning." The mother didn't find it pleasant at all.

"This is just some background music to motivate you to work!"

"If you're so kind-hearted, then come and help!"

"Okay, okay... then I'll mop the floor."

"The floor you mopped isn't clean at all."

"Then I'll serve the food."

"Put it in the pot first, otherwise it will get cold."

"Then I'll go get the clothes hanger."

"I took it myself."

"Then what am I supposed to do!" Mo Xueyao shouted angrily. "There's nothing I need to do! I'll do the laundry then!"

"Come on, are the clothes you washed even wearable?"

Mo Xueyao pouted, looking aggrieved.

Three minutes later, her mother's voice rang out again: "Yaoyao, you've been standing there in a daze since you got up so early in the morning. Can't you do some chores?"

"What work am I supposed to do?! And I wasn't spacing out!" Mo Xueyao felt like she was about to break down.

I wish she had slept a little longer.

Suddenly, she sensed something and abruptly turned to look at Li Wanyan, only to find the latter covering her mouth and chuckling. When she saw her looking over, she immediately resumed her serious expression, as if she hadn't laughed at all.

It was a busy and noisy morning.

"distant!"

"What—!" Mo Xueyao felt like a volcano about to erupt.

"Go get the milk."

"What kind of milk?"

"Your dad subscribed to milk for a month. It's supposed to be delivered to our house. It should be in the milk box downstairs. Today is the first day. Please check if it has been delivered yet."

"Huh? When did Dad order milk?" Mo Xueyao stood up in surprise. "He didn't even tell me."

"Do you think we need your permission for everything?" the mother teased.

"That's not what I meant!" Mo Xueyao felt misunderstood, as if she had become someone who liked to meddle in other people's business, even though she knew it was just her mother's way of speaking.

I've never been very polite to her...

However, they are all pretty much the same in this family; they don't hold back with each other and are always teasing and joking with one another, which can be considered a sign of their close relationship.

"Which one is ours? Where is the key?" Mo Xueyao stretched out a big yawn. Although she had washed up, she hadn't changed her clothes or combed her hair, and looked messy. For most girls, this would be called sloppy.

But for beautiful girls, this is called... a free and unrestrained beauty.

"The house number is written on the box, and the key is on the table, the smaller one."

"Oh..." Mo Xueyao walked barefoot into the living room and picked up the small key on the table. "The yellow one?"

"Correct."

"Then I'll go down."

Aren't you going to change your clothes?

"Pajamas are fine." Mo Xueyao found it troublesome because she didn't want to go out at all today, not even to the fruit shop.

Before six o'clock, there were only one or two elderly men walking their birds in the neighborhood, and a postman delivering mail on a green bicycle.

Mo Xueyao remembered the reply she had sent last time, but she figured it would take until the other party received the letter and sent it back next month.

These emails are slow, but they bring a greater sense of surprise.

Yes, it's not the anticipation, because you'll forget about it over time. Only when you suddenly see it in your mailbox one day will you feel the surprise of receiving a gift.

The milkman had just parked his car and was stuffing fresh milk into the milk boxes for each household.

Mo Xueyao watched him fill the milk carton, then eagerly went to the milk carton with the Arabic numerals '602' written on it, opened it with her little key, and took out the milk from the sturdy glass bottle.

"So early." The milkman said with some surprise, and couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, but quickly looked away with a hint of self-consciousness.

"By the way, should we return this glass bottle?"

"Yes, I will." The milkman deliberately looked away. "After you finish drinking, put the glass bottle in the milk carton. If the bottle breaks, you'll have to pay extra. It's five yuan per bottle. You can just put it in the milk carton, and I'll pick it up when I deliver the milk."

"So expensive."

"So try not to break or lose it, haha..." The young man scratched his head, closed the last milk carton, and returned to his bicycle.

"Thank you, you've worked hard!" Mo Xueyao waved to her, and the latter blushed slightly, nodded with a shy smile, and seemed to be filled with energy all of a sudden, riding briskly to the next building.

Mo Xueyao carried the milk bottle upstairs, then a question arose in her mind: since there was only one bottle… should she share it with Li Wanyan, half for each of them?

"Mom, there's only one bottle!" Mo Xueyao shouted as soon as she got home, handing the decision over to her mother.

"Well, since milk is expensive, we'll order one bottle to try first. You and Yan Yan can share it." The mother hung the clothes on the hanger. "Yao Yao, take this garment out to air it!"

"Oh……"

“I don’t need it, Yaoyao can drink it by herself.” Li Wanyan shook her head and helped Mo Xueyao’s mother hold up the trouser hanger so that she could easily clip her trousers to the clip.

“The two of them should drink together; Yaoyao can’t drink that much by herself.” The mother shook her head.

“Yes…” Mo Xueyao looked at the milk bottle and swallowed. “I can’t drink that much by myself.”

"Eat breakfast first, don't drink milk on an empty stomach." The mother stood up, carrying a basin. "Alright, I can dry the rest myself."

"Let's eat breakfast!" Mo Xueyao couldn't wait to taste the milk.

It's not that I've never drunk milk before, it's just that I've never drunk milk this 'fresh'.

Although it's probably not squeezed out today, this milk is still fresher than the long-shelf-life milk sold in supermarkets, right?

While Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan were having breakfast, their mother started cleaning again. She did a lot of work, but it was only 6:15 a.m. Finally, she packed the white porridge and the stir-fried side dishes into a box and hurriedly left the house.

My father would ride a tricycle to buy goods, so it wouldn't be quick for him to get to the store.

The mother had to rush to open the door.

Although it wouldn't really matter if it was a little later...

"I'm going out. If you two are going out, call the fruit shop beforehand. Lunch is in another pot; heat it up yourselves when you want to eat. Cook your own rice..."

"I know, I know."

Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her mother finally leave the house. She divided the milk into two portions, poured them into glasses, handed one to Li Wanyan, and then enjoyed the taste.

For her, who prefers whole milk, this tastes much better than the boxed kind.

It's very fresh, and even seems a little salty.

"Let's just rest at home today," Mo Xueyao yawned. "Soak up the sun, play the piano, read a book... mmm, I can even take a nap, how relaxing!"

"Ring ring—"

The landline rang.

"Hello?" Mo Xueyao, who was closest to the microphone, casually asked.

"Hello! Mo Xueyao?"

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao was taken aback, glanced at the number, but seemed unfamiliar with it. "Who... are you?"

"Ah Tao, oh, are you the younger sister or Mo Xueyao?"

"Sister? What sister?"

"Huh? Didn't you say last time..."

"Oh oh oh oh—yes, yes, I'm the younger sister… no, Mo Xueyao!"

"Who is it... Can't you tell the difference in voice?" Li Gutao on the other end was clearly suppressing a laugh.

Mo Xueyao seemed to have forgotten that she had already told Li Gutao that the so-called younger sister was herself.

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Chapter 220? Shi Haiming

"...It's me, Mo Xueyao. Atao, what's wrong? Is something the matter?" Mo Xueyao asked helplessly. "I almost didn't realize it just now. Didn't you already know that my sister was me...?"

"Haha, I was just kidding!"

"Are you an idiot... Ugh... What's going on?"

"Hehe, nothing much. Want to go out and have some fun today?" Li Gutao said mysteriously. "Xiao Ming is out today too."

"What day is it today...? Oh right, it's Saturday, otherwise I would have thought you skipped class."

"I mean, Yao, are you studying too hard? Are you going to become stupid? Won't you turn into a bookworm?"

"Tsk..." Mo Xueyao wanted to swear a few times to tease the other party, but after glancing at Li Wanyan, she swallowed back what she wanted to say. "Um... Xiaoming, wait... Eh? Shi Haiming?"

"Yeah, damn it, you haven't forgotten all your brothers in less than a year, have you?"

"How could I forget... But he dropped out of school after junior high, so it's been about a year and a half since I last saw him." Mo Xueyao scratched her cheek and lowered her voice, "What is he doing now?"

"Hey, what for? Let him tell you himself! Tsk tsk, anyway, it's not a good thing."

"Could they have become involved in organized crime?" Mo Xueyao had an instinctive aversion to this kind of people.

"No, not at all, haha, let's go out and have some fun? We haven't had a get-together in ages."

"You said you were going out to have fun... that's a bit sudden..."