"No. 63 is taking the meal." The familiar voice of the cafeteria aunt came from the meal entrance. She lowered her head and looked at the menu in her hand. No. 46, no, why was it skipped? She got up and walked to the meal entrance. It looked like that.

There was a distance of more than ten steps, but she couldn't walk across it. People who had finished taking their meals walked by with their plates in hand, as if they didn't even look at her who was stuck in place.

"No. 76"..."No. 77"... Hearing the numbers being called one by one, he waved his arms anxiously, "Wait a minute! I haven't picked up my meal yet."

"Why are you shouting so loudly?" The reply from the dining port was accompanied by a sound of slapping on the table.

"Snap, snap, snap!!!!"

I opened my eyes suddenly and looked at the familiar roof above my head. Sure enough, it was a dream again. The sun had not yet fully risen. The weak light filtered through the window paper into this small small room. I picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow and took a look.

, 05:26, "Good morning..." She turned over and just closed her eyes, wanting to go back to sleep again. "Pah... pah... pah..." followed by another violent knock on the door.

What sounded like a slightly angry cry was "Xia! Hua! Mian! Are you up yet!!"

He looked helplessly as the dust from the roof fell on the quilt, closed his eyes, sighed, and replied, "I'm up, I'm combing my hair, I'll be here soon."

There was no extra time to waste. I got up, rolled up the quilt and piled it on the corner of the bed. I picked up the phone plug next to the pillow and turned it to silent. I carefully put it into the pocket of my underwear, put on my outer skirt, and patted it.

Looking at the creases at the corners of her skirt, she casually pulled up her half-length hair in front of the bronze mirror. While pinning it up with a wooden hairpin, she sighed that she was so skilled at it.

I washed my face a few times with the half-bath of water left in the wooden basin last night, wiped it with a cloth on the wooden shelf nearby, picked up a small black solar power bank and hung it around my neck, walked to the door and took a deep breath.

He took a breath and opened the door.

Several rows of maids in the maid courtyard had already stood waiting for the head maid to assign work for the day. When they heard the door open, several maids in the back row turned around and looked here. There was a young maid who waved her hand to signal her to stand.

The empty seat next to it.

Before she could take a step forward, the head maid in the front row spoke first, "Xia Huamian, you are the last one again today, what's wrong with your hair? Why can't you even pull your hair into a bun after you've been in the mansion for so many days? After parting it,

Let Yincui help you regain your job.”

The one who was called Yincui was the maid who waved to Hua Mian. She was hiding her mouth with the corner of her sleeve and laughing secretly.

When Hua Mian stood still beside her, she lowered her voice and asked quietly, "Sister Hua Mian, why are you so late today? Didn't you say yesterday that you wouldn't get up late if you had an alarm clock?"

"The alarm clock doesn't calculate the time when the sun rises. Who would have thought that Aunt Juan calculates the time by looking at the sun?" Hua Mian whispered back.

"What kind of alarm clock are you talking about...what exactly is it?" Yin Cui still had a child's curiosity.

Hua Mian thought for a while and decided that it would be better to keep it a secret. "The alarm clock is the way to calculate time in our hometown, but it seems that it is not very accurate now."

"Your hometown sounds so interesting. Where is it?" Yin Cui's eyes flickered under her long eyelashes, like the beautiful short cat in the cat cafe that Hua Mian often went to.

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Chapter completed!