A Young Woman's Heart

Therefore, there are many places to clean.

It takes a lot of effort just to clean these floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Ugh, why are the windows so dirty? Did Sister Mumu not clean the windows herself when we weren't here?" Mo Zhuyou glanced at the rag that had turned black. "Look, look, it's so dirty!"

"Hehe, I'm busy all by myself." Duanmu Bi stuffed some vegetables into her mouth, swallowed them after only a few chews, and almost choked on them. "Cough cough, uh cough cough!"

She pounded her chest several times before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Eat slowly, we've already started cleaning, Mumu, don't rush," the older sister said with a smile, carrying a bucket of water over and carefully wiping the windowpanes with her younger sister.

The inside was actually okay, but the outside was very dirty, especially near the corners, which were covered with a thick layer of dust.

A rag alone might not be enough to remove it; you'll need to use a cleaning agent and a steel wool pad...

"Thank you both for your hard work. Even though you don't work here anymore, you still came to help out~" After finishing her meal, Duanmu Bi also started to get busy. She had to wipe the kitchen carefully, which was much more difficult than wiping the glass.

Especially in the kitchens of fried chicken shops, no matter how well they are cleaned, it is difficult to avoid oil stains. Once some oil stains have cooled, they are very difficult to wipe clean.

Among them, the most difficult to clean is the range hood.

"This range hood hasn't been cleaned in a long time, it doesn't seem to absorb any more fumes..." Duanmu Bi sighed.

"Sister Mumu, my sister and I will come and help after we finish cleaning."

"It's so great to have you all here today!"

"Okay, Mumu-jie and us, don't be so polite!" Mo Zhuyou winked playfully. "Just treat us to something expensive later, hehe."

"Hmm, of course, no problem. I'll treat you guys to a good meal tonight! Xiao Ji, hurry up and take off the floor mat. You're in charge of cleaning the house."

"Okay—wait until I've finished eating," Duanmu Ji said helplessly.

When I'm working, I feel very tired if I don't talk for a long time, but I feel very relaxed as soon as I start chatting.

Time will pass quickly because of this, just like playing a game; it seems like only a blink of an eye and it's already dark.

"Smile."

"What's wrong, Sister Mumu?" Mo Xiaoxiao had already cleaned the outside windows with her sister and was now helping to wipe away grease stains in the kitchen.

How is our little Ji doing at school?

"Him? Hmm... he's not that outstanding, is he?"

"He's just a socially awkward person. Tsk, if I were him, I'm not ugly, and I'm even kind of handsome, I would have gotten a girlfriend by now!"

"Sis, didn't you tell me not to get married yesterday? Why are you urging me to find a girlfriend today?"

“I want you to gain some experience. What if you’ve never had a girlfriend before and you end up liking men when you grow up?” Duanmu Bi said matter-of-factly.

Duanmu Ji simply rolled his eyes, determined not to get involved in the conversation: "How should the table be set up?"

"Just arrange them as you see fit, as long as they're neat. If it's not right, we can adjust them later!"

"Oh—" he drawled as he returned to the lobby, and a moment later, a grating creaking sound came from there.

The tables and chairs in the shop are very heavy, and it is quite difficult for one person to lift them, so pushing them is the best way.

The floor had just been mopped and was still a bit slippery, so there wasn't much friction when pushing things around, making it much easier to set up the tables and chairs.

Duanmu Bi continued the previous topic: "Does my Xiaoji have a girl he likes? Why don't you two try to set him up?"

"What girl does Xiao Ji like?" Mo Zhuyou paused, her hands rubbing the rag. "I don't think so. He doesn't seem to talk much at school."

"No one you have a crush on?"

"Then we don't know."

"Honestly, that brat is wasting his time!"

"...Dating while in school isn't a proper thing to do." Mo Zhuyou was somewhat speechless.

"But it's also a very important life experience."

The two sisters were at a loss for words.

Two minutes later, the younger sister spoke again and asked, "By the way, are Mumu and Xiaoji really not siblings?"

"Yeah, what's wrong? Do you still think I'm lying to you?"

"No, no..." Mo Zhuyou stuck out her tongue, "Then I won't really attend your and Xiao Ji's wedding, will I?"

"Pfft, haha—" Duanmu Bi chuckled, "Yeah, maybe it's really possible. Hmph, I raised this kid myself! He was so tiny when I first found him!"

"You weren't that tall back then, were you?" Duanmu Ji shouted irritably.

"Xiao Ji, focus on your work! Don't eavesdrop on our conversation!"

"Your voices were too loud!"

"Is this another version of a child bride?" Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't help but joke.

"Yeah, more or less! I practically raised him from infancy, changing his diapers and feeding him."

"What do you mean by 'handling poop and pee'? I was already so old back then, I could go to the toilet and take a bath by myself! And I even washed all the clothes in the house back then!" Duanmu Ji retorted loudly in the lobby, accompanied by the harsh sound of the table scraping against the floor.

"Look, Xiao Ji has been touching my underwear since he was little~"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft—" Mo Zhuyou finally burst out laughing like a hen that just wants to lay an egg.

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Chapter 209 Father-Daughter Debate

Recently, many new trash cans have appeared on the streets and alleys of Hangzhou, and public toilets have begun to be built on many vacant lots along the streets.

In this era, as Shanghai's "back garden," Hangzhou often follows in Shanghai's footsteps in many things.

Although it will always be a few years slower, at least we can catch up.

“Recyclable waste… non-recyclable waste…” Mo Xueyao kicked two trash cans across the street from the fruit shop, put her hands in her pockets and sneezed, “Achoo! There are a lot more trash cans lately.”

"Yes, the streets look much cleaner now." Li Wanyan nodded gently.

The sun was half-hidden by white clouds, but some of the sunlight fell on the two of them, making Mo Xueyao's eyelashes appear to turn golden.

"So it's not that they lack manners, it's just that there weren't many places to throw away trash before, so they were too lazy to walk around and just littered."

"...Still not polite enough." Li Wanyan shook her head helplessly.

“The world is so big, and there are so many people, we can’t expect everyone to be self-disciplined, right?” Mo Xueyao was carrying two bags of trash.

This is what her father made her throw away.

Normally, I would have to walk a long way to the nearby garbage room to throw away my trash, but now I can just throw it into these two small trash cans.

Although they are different in size, their functions should be the same.

"Does rotten fruit and the like count as recyclable waste?" Mo Xueyao asked, tilting her head.

"I don't think so."

"Doesn't that count?" Mo Xueyao muttered as she tossed it into the non-recyclable bin.

In fact, in China, almost nothing that can be thrown away is recyclable.

For example, plastic bottles and cardboard boxes are all given to scrap collectors to sell for money.

Back then, a Coca-Cola bottle could sell for a dime, and some people could make a living just by scavenging garbage.

"Is our country going to implement garbage sorting too? But without supervision, people might not be so conscientious, right?" Mo Xueyao was a little worried about this. Of course, she hoped that the country would become better and better.

"Perhaps some incentive policies will be introduced in the future, such as earning points for installing surveillance cameras and sorting garbage according to regulations when throwing it away."

"Hmm, that's fine, but...does our country have such high-tech equipment?"

Li Wanyan did not answer. After all, she had not seen much of the world, and in some ways she was even less experienced than Mo Xueyao—she had never been to Shanghai.

The biggest city I've ever visited in my life is the one right here at my feet.

As for overseas, he only went to Russia once with Mo Xueyao.

However, compared to the world's leading countries, Russia's urban development cannot be described as particularly advanced...

"I heard they're doing this abroad too, right? We did this one in the English cloze test last time, didn't we? I think it was in Japan?"

"Ah."

"Our country should also protect the environment! We should learn from these good things!"

Li Wanyan replied calmly, "Whether it's really good or not, we'll only know after it's implemented."

"Hmm... Let's clean up the water first. Look at all the rivers we come from here, it seems like none of them are clean, they're all stinking ditches."

Mo Xueyao began to dream about the future. When she thought about how she would follow the rules and put the garbage in properly when she implemented garbage sorting, and how she would be praised by others, she couldn't help but hum a little tune like a child.

You can earn some points and exchange them for things—just like the credits at Rainy Sky High School.

"By the way, if we really start sorting our garbage, there should be different garbage trucks coming to collect it, right? Hmm—that's quite a sight. If there are even more categories to sort, wouldn't four or five trucks have to come at once?"

"perhaps."

Mo Xueyao laughed innocently: "This way, the workers sorting the garbage won't get hurt. If you ask me, we should have done this a long time ago. Mixing glass and other garbage with other trash is too dangerous. Some things might even explode!"

Li Wanyan neither echoed nor answered her words, but quietly pulled Mo Xueyao back a little, waiting for the cars on the road to pass.

A young man walked by and casually flicked his cigarette butt into the trash can.

Mo Xueyao shouted angrily, "Hey! Why are you littering?"

The other person seemed confused: "Didn't I throw it in the trash can?"

"You threw your cigarette butt in here!" Mo Xueyao pointed to the round, ashtray-like recess on the trash can. "You threw it in before it was completely extinguished. What if it caught fire?"

This made a lot of sense, leaving the other person speechless. So, they awkwardly touched their nose and quickly left.

Although he didn't apologize, that gesture was almost equivalent to admitting his mistake.

Mo Xueyao felt like a moral guardian, experiencing a sense of spiritual satisfaction: "Tsk tsk, really, people nowadays have no manners at all. Can't we learn from foreigners? Or have Chinese people always been uncivilized?"

“Good manners are governed by laws and regulations. No country can have its entire population possess high moral character without such constraints,” Li Wanyan explained softly, pulling her across the road.

"That's true. It's mainly about education. People with higher education levels generally have higher overall quality."