My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 138 Everything is ready
On the eve of the National Day holiday, Lu Jianguo and Sun Yumei returned to Jiangcheng after finishing their trip.

The elderly couple had barely stepped into their home when they were greeted by a joyous occasion for Zhao Qiang's family—Zhao Moli's 100-day celebration.

Zhao Qiang didn't hold a big celebration at the hotel; he simply set up two tables at his home and invited close relatives and friends.

The protagonist, Zhao Moli, was held in Qi Lili's arms. She was wearing a bright red festive robe and a shiny longevity lock around her neck.

The little one wasn't shy at all. His big, dark eyes curiously looked at all the relatives and friends in the room. He didn't cry or fuss, and his little mouth was even blowing bubbles.

"Oh my, look at this little one, she's so adorable." Sun Yumei, wearing her reading glasses, leaned closer and couldn't get enough of looking at her.

"Director Sun, look at this girl, doesn't she look just like me?" Qi Lili teased, "except she has a terrible temper, just like her father. If she's unhappy, she goes on a tirade like a siren, yelling at the top of her lungs."

As soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Moli seemed to understand that her mother was making fun of her. Her little mouth twitched, and she burst into tears, wailing loudly and disturbing the peace of the whole family.

……

After the banquet ended, Lu Yuan and Chen Xiaomiao went downstairs to visit their grandparents.

The elderly couple were still basking in the joy of other families welcoming new members, and kept talking about it.

Sun Yumei exclaimed, "Zhao Qiang has finally made it! He married a good wife and had a healthy baby girl. He's got a bright future ahead of him!"

Lu Jianguo immediately chimed in, "Yes, what we all want in life is a wife, kids, and a warm bed."

"That child is really well taken care of. He's chubby and healthy, and full of energy. Lily must have put a lot of effort into taking care of him."

"Zhao Qiang is only one year older than Lu Yuan. I didn't expect him to become a father so quickly."

The elderly couple spoke in perfect harmony, their implied meaning crystal clear.
Lu Yuan knew he couldn't avoid this, so he picked up his teacup, blew on the tea leaves, pretended not to hear, and tried to change the subject.

"Grandma, how was your trip with Grandpa? Are you planning to go back to work at the hospital?"

"What kind of work?"

Sun Yumei glared at her grandson: "If you two hurry up and give me a great-grandson, I'll be too busy at home to go back to the hospital and suffer that foreign torture."

Lu Jianguo chimed in, "That's right! We really need to hurry up, while we two old folks are still able to get around, we can still help you take care of the kids."

Lu Yuan was completely at a loss and could only nod with a forced laugh.

"I know, I know."

He glanced at Chen Xiaomiao, who was practically burying herself in the sofa cushions, and stood up helplessly.

"Grandpa, Grandma, it's getting late. Xiaomiao and I are going back now. You should get some rest."

"Hey, I just sat down..."

Sun Yumei wanted to say something more, but Lu Yuan had already pulled Chen Xiaomiao up and slipped out the door like a greased rag doll.

Stepping out of the apartment building, the cool evening breeze gently dispelled the heat from Chen Xiaomiao's face.

Neither of them spoke as they walked side by side along the tree-lined path in the residential area.

Chen Xiaomiao's mind was in turmoil, and she would occasionally glance at the man beside her.

Lu Yuan had his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and carefree, as if he hadn't taken his grandmother's words to heart at all.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lu Yuan suddenly lowered his head and met Chen Xiaomiao's furtive glance.

"What's there to think about? It's just that little thing..."

"Old people like to nag, don't take it to heart."

"But that's what your grandmother said."

"Let them rush, we're not in a rush."

Lu Yuan stopped and stared at her intently.

"Besides, don't you have more important things to do right now?"

"What's the matter?"

"The college entrance exam."

Lu Yuan spoke up to remind him.

"You said you wanted to get into university based on your own ability. What, after only two months of studying, you want to give up and start thinking about having a baby and raising children?"

"I didn't!"

Chen Xiaomiao retorted, her face flushed red.

"I...I just...I just feel that since your grandparents have already spoken, if I drag this out for too long, won't they think I'm unfilial and that I don't want to leave any descendants for your family?"

She paused, then muttered to herself.

"Besides, even though I'm in college, I can still stay home and have and take care of your kids."

Recently, because of her studies, Lu Yuan has basically taken on all the housework, which has made Chen Xiaomiao feel very guilty.

Women in the village who have given birth still have to work in the fields every day once their babies are a little older.

So now Chen Xiaomiao sees herself as just a lazy woman who eats for free.

When the two arrived home, Lu Yuan suddenly slapped his forehead and turned to walk towards the balcony.

"The clothes are still soaking in the washing machine, I almost forgot."

He strode toward the balcony, and Chen Xiaomiao followed silently, a sudden pang of sadness rising in her heart.

"Lu Yuan." "Hmm?"

Lu Yuan was struggling with two tangled T-shirts, without even looking up.

Chen Xiaomiao seemed to have made a big decision: "Why don't you hire a part-time cleaner?"

"Hire a part-time cleaner?"

"Yes! Hire a part-time cleaner. It's not right for a grown man like you to do housework every day. Let someone else do it."

"Didn't you say you didn't like being waited on?"

"That's different!"

Chen Xiaomiao explained, sticking out her neck, "Before, I was the one who was free, so of course I had to do the work. But now it's you doing the work..."

Hiring a part-time worker to do your chores is not an option!

Okay, I'll hire a part-time worker to do Lu Yuan's work!
What a self-deceiving act!

In the end, isn't it all about hiring a part-time cleaner?
But seeing Chen Xiaomiao's earnest expression that said, "My logic is flawless, you can't refute it," Lu Yuan had no choice but to comply.

He nodded and continued, following Chen Xiaomiao's words: "You're right, I should find someone to help me. So, is that settled then?"

"middle!"

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Chen Xiaomiao breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she had accomplished a difficult task.

The awkwardness and guilt in my heart finally found an outlet.

She stepped forward and took the wet clothes from Lu Yuan, hanging them up to dry one by one, while also shooing Lu Yuan aside.

Looking at her, Lu Yuan felt both amused and tender.

Many things really do need to be done slowly.

Just like Qi Lili mentioned casually that day, they couldn't possibly live in this large apartment forever.

Over time, nannies, drivers, housekeepers... will gradually appear in our lives.

Chen Xiaomiao must learn to adapt, transforming from a "virtuous wife" to the "mistress" of a family.

It's good to start by hiring a part-time worker.

As night deepened, the two took turns washing up.

With her hair still wet, Chen Xiaomiao sat down at her desk again and began to mutter to herself as she memorized vocabulary words.

Seeing her head bobbing sleepily, yet still stubbornly trying to stay awake, Lu Yuan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, that's enough for today. It won't make a difference if we stop a little longer."

"I'll carry ten more..."

Chen Xiaomiao yawned widely, and a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Suddenly, amidst the jumble of words and formulas in my mind, a thought flashed through my mind.

Chen Xiaomiao counted on her fingers, her face turning deathly pale.

broken!

So busy celebrating Zhao Moli's 100th day that I completely forgot about my master's death anniversary!

Chen Xiaomiao jumped up from the chair and rushed out without even changing her shoes.

She ran all the way to the underground warehouse, fumbled for the light in the dark, hurriedly took out three incense sticks from the iron box, lit them with a lighter, and respectfully bowed three times to the memorial tablet.

Wisps of smoke rose into the air.

She knelt down on the foam mat with a thud, clasped her hands together, and whispered something.

"Master, if you are watching over us from heaven, please don't hold it against your disciple."

My brain has been completely messed up lately with all that stuff about functions and geometry, I'm totally dizzy and disoriented. It's not that I intentionally forgot your death anniversary.

During the day, I went to someone else's 100-day celebration. I was so busy admiring their little baby that I completely forgot about the most important thing I was doing.

I deserve to be hit, I deserve to be hit…

As Chen Xiaomiao spoke, she actually raised her hand and lightly slapped herself in the mouth twice, her face full of regret and lingering fear.

"Fortunately, the time hasn't passed yet, so my incense arrived on time... You are so kind, old man! Next time I promise I'll remember to arrive three days early!"

After rambling on and on about her apologies, she kowtowed three more times, took out her phone to check the time: 11:55.

Chen Xiaomiao breathed a long sigh of relief and patted her chest. At least it wasn't past midnight, so it wasn't too late.

Besides, since we're already here...

Chen Xiaomiao took out three more copper coins, shook them a few times, and threw them on the ground.

This process was repeated six times, going back and forth.

As the last coin settled, Chen Xiaomiao squatted down and, using the dim light overhead, stared intently at the ground.

In just one glance, the expression on her face changed from anxiety to astonishment. Then, a look of joy slowly spread from the depths of her eyes and filled her entire face.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, revealing a silly smile.

(End of this chapter)