Girls und War

When the scientists saw this, they went crazy.

443. Boudoir Decorations for Girls in Ordinary Families

Jia's mother continued to scold Jia's father until dinner time.

But Xia Shu didn't think their relationship was bad. On the contrary, she felt a strong sense of family ties between the couple.

It’s just that the artist father doesn’t seem to have a very high status in the family. Looking at Jia’s mother, she seems to be the one who has the final say in the family.

The dinner was very sumptuous, with a variety of dishes filling the table, most of which were seafood from the area.

Xia Shu guessed that these were caught by fishing boats in the waters around the island.

Fishing for food alone is not illegal, so they eat with a clear conscience.

There were two dishes that Jia's mother cooked herself, and they tasted quite good. It seemed that Jia's mother was also a cooking enthusiast.

At the dinner table, everyone ate in silence, and only Jia's mother introduced the ingredients used in each dish at the beginning.

When it was time to eat, no one spoke.

It seems that in this family's upbringing, not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping are the most basic rules.

Judging from Jia's appearance, he must have gotten used to such scenes.

Xia Shu actually preferred this dining environment. Although it was a bit dull, the lifestyle displayed by everyone was fully reflected.

No wonder they could raise a famous lady like Jia.

But Jia's mother liked Xia Shu more and more.

I originally thought that the kids in the army would not have good upbringing and would definitely be sloppy and unruly.

But Xia Shu actually showed amazing upbringing, and didn't look like a wild child from a daycare center at all.

This made her gradually feel that sending Jiaer to the army was not a bad thing.

At least I can make some serious friends.

Of course, Xia Shu didn't know what Jia Mu was thinking, otherwise if she had seen a legendary foul-mouthed captain of a front-line combat company, or a private soldier who was a king of strange creatures that appeared everywhere - she would have completely changed her mind.

After dinner was over, the housekeeper brought out some refreshments. Only then did Jia's mother enthusiastically start chatting with the two girls.

My mother asked some common sense questions about the military, such as how to eat and sleep.

Xia Shu didn't feel annoyed and answered all the questions he knew.

Later, he talked about the famous rankings of major war zones and mentioned several familiar names.

It seems that mother did a lot of homework when Jiaer was away from home.

Although he said that he did not support joining the army, he never gave up in his actions.

This is probably a common problem among mothers.

The tea talk lasted for quite a long time, and eventually Jiadu began to get annoyed.

After all, these family chats took up the wonderful time that she and Xia Shu had alone.

But as a truly filial daughter, Jia couldn't speak out against her mother directly, so she could only keep it to herself and show her displeasure only on her face.

It seems that my mother has been doing this research for a long time. Once she gets into her own state, she can't see other people's expressions at all.

At this time, it was the artist's father who had remained silent who came out to break the deadlock.

He looked at his daughter, then at his mother, and suddenly asked, "Is this over? Can I leave first?"

After being interrupted, the mother asked in dissatisfaction, "What are you going to do?"

"I still have to...carve..." the middle-aged decadent and autistic artist replied in a muffled voice.

My mother's brows were furrowed, and she looked very angry.

But at this time she also realized that it was time for the young girls to get ready for a bath and bed.

So he asked Xia Shu in a friendly manner, "What kind of room do you like? Is there anything you need to prepare?"

Before Xia Shu could answer, Jia rushed in and said, "Xia Shu, sleep with me tonight!"

Before her mother could say anything, she added, "Let's take a bath together!"

Jia's mother had no choice but to sigh and say, "Okay, you can arrange it yourself."

Then, he turned around and sternly warned the middle-aged, decadent, and autistic artist, "Come to my room right now! I need to talk to you!"

After saying that, he took the dejected father Jia to the bedroom.

Jia Lian didn't even look at the two of them, as if this was a normal thing for her.

Having finally found some time to be alone, she immediately hugged Xia Shu's arm and happily pulled her to her room.

After entering Jia's boudoir, Xia Shu was shocked again.

She originally thought that the density of treasures in other parts of the villa was already very high.

But after entering this room, she finally understood what it meant to be a small witch compared to a big witch.

There are dazzling gems everywhere, sparkling brightly, and you can almost hear the sound of kirakira.

The walls, floors, tables and lamps are all covered with gems the size of pigeon eggs and various jewelry artworks.

For a moment, Natsuki thought he had entered the dragon's treasure house.

"Don't you dodge when you sleep at night?" Xia Shu couldn't help but ask.

"No." Jia showed a puzzled expression, as if wondering why Xia Shu asked such a question.

As if to prove what she said, she immediately turned off the lights in the room.

Sure enough, when the room fell into darkness, the sparkling gems immediately disappeared from view.

Only a few fluorites are still emitting a faint light.

Jia turned on the light again, and the room immediately became dazzling again. Xia Shu felt like his eyes were almost blinded by the glare.

Is this the brilliance of money?

"Wow, this thing looks very expensive." Xia Shu looked at a thumb-sized diamond and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

"Oh, that one is the cheapest." Jia said calmly while sitting on the bed.

"Is this cheap?" Xia Shu pointed at the big diamond with a puzzled expression.

"Diamonds aren't expensive to make. What's expensive is my dad's cutting technique," Jia said to Xia Shu with a proud expression. "This is a flawless diamond with 168 facets. No other designer could achieve such beauty. But—all the stones in this room were designed by my dad. So, of course, this diamond is the cheapest."

Xia Shu looked at the other unnamed gems in the room and clicked his tongue.

Speaking of diamonds, they can indeed be mass-produced artificially.

It's just a simple industrial process of carbon, high temperature and high pressure.

Or was it the old-fashioned thinking that constrained Xia Shu's imagination? If he thought about it carefully, with the industrial level of this era, what kind of beautiful gems could not be produced?

What is the difference between treating a few diamonds as treasures and ancient people treating glass as priceless treasures?

Thinking of this, Xia Shu's mood immediately calmed down a lot.

Perhaps, this is the layout of an ordinary girl’s room in this world.

444. What is the difference between the night for minors and the night for adults?

There are many rooms in Jia's house.

There are several-story houses, duplex structures, corridors and various facilities interspersed among them.

There is no doubt that such a living environment should be called a luxury house.

Xia Shu didn't know what to call this architectural style of house.

Gothic? Postmodern? Some kind of retro style?

The only thing she knew was that it was such a waste for only one family to live in this house.

Most of the houses are empty and the facilities are not used all year round.

Living here, you will definitely feel lonely often.

I guess growing up in such a secluded environment has affected Jia's personality to some extent.

The two sat on the bed and chatted about random things, and Jia told Xia Shu some interesting structures of the house.

For example, the lifting platform in the attic and the wine cabinet in the basement storage room.

Each room also has a toilet and a bathroom.

It is worth mentioning that these rooms are not empty.

In addition to various artistic decorations, there are also many robots in each room that serve as children's playmates.

Those were the guys who served as Jia's playmates during her childhood.

It's just that she is old now, so those child robots have entered a long period of dormancy.

It’s not that Jia has never had playmates of the same age.

When she was a little older, her parents also sent her to a foster girls' college.

But those little girls in the academy are too silly and naive.

According to Jia, they are so silly and cute that it is impossible to communicate. Each one looks more like a princess than the other.

Although Xia Shu thinks she looks like a princess, Jia herself would definitely not admit this.

As a descendant of a scientist, she showed amazing intelligence since childhood.

Although she has not pursued formal academic studies, her tutoring skills are roughly at the bachelor's level.

If Jia hadn't insisted on joining the army, she would probably have been sent to college by her mother.

Then, Jia talked about her mother's expectations for her future.

Originally, her mother wanted her to develop in the field of scientific research.

With such an academic giant paving the way for her, Jia's future achievements are limitless.

But Jia inherited some of her father's romantic and literary genes, which made her unwilling to move forward on a dead end.

As for why he chose the path of a soldier, Jia's answer was also very simple.

Because it's very handsome, Kakuyi!

Although parents in this era have no right to interfere with their children's future development, Jia's mother showed obvious disappointment after seeing Jia's persistence.

Jia was also very confused. She was also afraid that her willfulness would cause a rift in the relationship between mother and daughter.

But at this time, the depressed, decadent, and autistic middle-aged artist suddenly stood up.

He actually dared to speak loudly!

This man, who came from a low-status family and was usually timid and only dared to punch a stone, suddenly became tough.

He firmly supported his daughter's ideas and did not allow his strong mother to influence her decision.

This touched Jia deeply. And for a moment, he felt that this slow-witted and listless father still had a little bit of handsomeness.

But since then, the middle-aged decadent and autistic artist has become timid again.

The man's pure manliness at that time seemed to be just an illusion to Jia. Sometimes she even wondered if it was just some kind of illusory dream when she disobeyed her mother's orders.

The two were chatting happily when they suddenly heard the light chirping of some bird coming from the corridor.

Xia Shu identified it and thought it might be a small animal like a nightingale or a sparrow.

She was wondering why Jia kept birds at home when she heard a soft female voice coming from outside.

"Nine o'clock—sharp. Time to go to bed. Good boy, don't wander around outside—"

It turned out to be their family's time-telling robot.

"It's already this late." Jia looked at the alarm clock beside the bed, quickly hugged Xia Shu's arm, and said as he walked towards the bathroom, "Let's take a shower first, and then we can talk slowly in bed."