Benita Nordmann is a young housewife. Her husband is a senior executive in a company. Even if she can support her two children in an aristocratic school, she is still quite wealthy.
A good life is not without its troubles. For example, after she became a full-time housewife, there were always some sick-minded guys who criticized her verbally, as if she was some kind of social worm.
But as a serious college-graduated woman of the new era, Benita doesn't care about this kind of abuse. She even often expresses her love for her current life on social accounts, and denounces those guys who cause trouble for her inexplicably as "can't get married."
", "unattractive", "jealous of other people's lives", "ugly", and establish good relationships with other housewives in the community to avoid being isolated and helpless during a scolding war.
Facts have proven that housewives who usually only need to take care of housework have far more leisure time than strong women who need to go to work and make money. But online, leisure means fighting power.
After a burst of output on a popular forum, Benita Nordmann closed the webpage with satisfaction. Regardless of what those crazy bitches said next, she opened a group chat in a local community and started talking to nearby housewives.
Let’s chat.
This is a required course for her every day, not only to build a good relationship with her neighbors, but also to master more information, including which ingredients are cheaper recently, which ingredients are about to increase in price, and the rankings of higher education institutions, how to update
Good education for children... Just like salesmen need to master customer information, housewives also have their own battlefield.
"Have you heard? The security situation is very bad recently. Several vicious murders have occurred in the Jowood area. The murderer's attempted murderer returned home and then put her in front of her family..."
"I really don't know what food is for at Silveras Farm. It's been so long since I've caught the culprit. Now I'm trembling every day when I buy groceries."
"How did I hear it was a terrorist attack? The cathedral in the East District was bombed! It seems to be to target the Backlund Olympics..."
"It's probably not the same thing. There was a murder in the Tasok River last night. The person who died was a street girl. Anyone who has good intentions may say that this is some kind of Jack the Ripper of the new era..."
"Don't go too far, there is a pervert in the neighborhood next door recently. He will slip letters with the names of the children from that family into other people's homes, or pretend to be from the wizarding school in Harry Potter. At first glance, he is a pervert..."
"Yes, that's right. Even the name of the child was found out clearly. It's really disgusting. Everyone should pay close attention to their children and don't let perverts deceive them!"
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Watching the housewives chatting, Benita was secretly glad that her two children went to full-time boarding schools and the community they lived in also had a pretty good security environment. She didn't have to worry about being targeted by perverts, but she knew very well that some
It would make people uncomfortable to say it, so I chimed in a few words and joined the topic.
After chatting for about two hours, an alarm came from Benita's cell phone. She took out her cell phone and pressed the alarm, got up, picked up the shopping cart, and went to the supermarket to purchase the ingredients for today's dinner.
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There was nothing much to discuss about the purchasing process, but when she was about to return home, Benita unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.
"Good afternoon, Officer Pongles!"
When the middle-aged policeman in police uniform heard the greeting, he immediately turned his head, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile:
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Nordmann, do you want to have mashed potatoes today?"
"Well, the potatoes in the supermarket today are very good." After chatting with the community policeman for a while, Benita asked the question she was curious about:
"Officer Panglais, are you on patrol?"
"Well, the whole of Backlund has been uneasy recently, and there have even been several vicious home invasion and murder cases. I heard that the Queen has been alarmed, and even the police chief and police inspector have patrolled the streets..." A community named Panglaisi
The policeman said something with a slight complaint, and then seemed to feel that he, as a police officer, was not suitable for showing such a negative attitude, and immediately added:
"Mrs. Nordman, you should be more careful when you go out recently. The emergency alarm function on your mobile phone must be set!"
"Is it so serious?" Benita's expression also became a lot more serious. Although the security of the community where she lived was very good, listening to what the other party meant, it was obvious that it was more than a simple routine.
"Currently, it's mainly in the East District and Jowood District, but haven't there been rumors of LT addiction in the next street recently? Anyway, be careful!"
Listening to Panglai's pretending to be relaxed, Benita suddenly felt like there was danger everywhere, but after all, this was the community where she had lived for many years, and she quickly overcame her psychological barrier.
I have to say that Panglais was indeed a good, enthusiastic and responsible policeman. Although he didn't say anything, he chatted with Benita until they reached the door of the house, then said goodbye and left.
As the key turned, Benita finally felt a little more relaxed, and it wasn't until the door closed again that she let out a long sigh of relief.
"Am I a little too nervous? It's true that I'm still easily suspicious when I'm alone at home. Let's have an afternoon tea party with the ladies from the neighbors tomorrow."
Benita was muttering to herself as she put the ingredients she had just bought into the kitchen. For a moment, her interest in cooking became a little low.
"Forget it, let's just make something simple today. Save the ingredients so you don't have to go out and buy them tomorrow. Let Jones go grocery shopping with me the day after tomorrow... Well, in that case, do you want to get a bigger refrigerator..."
Benita was peeling potatoes while talking to herself. For her in the past, cooking with fresh ingredients every day was a pride of being a full-time housewife. However, the recent current situation forced her to start cooking with fresh ingredients every day.
Consider the issue of food storage.
But at this moment, she suddenly felt someone pat her back twice, and at the same time, a gentle voice with a bit of a poet's temperament came from behind her:
"Ma'am, if you lose your focus while cooking, it's an insult to the ingredients!"
When Benita heard the strange man's voice, her whole heart suddenly went cold. She couldn't help but recall the news she had seen before, and her whole body suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave. She wanted to ask for mercy, but she found that her throat
She couldn't make a sound at all, and as the man wearing a black suit and a white half-mask appeared in her field of vision, she became more and more frightened.
Tears fell involuntarily from her cheeks, but Benita found that the man was actually standing where she usually "worked", handling the ingredients she had just bought with movements that dazzled her.
"Madam, the kitchen is not a good place to cry. You don't want the dinner your husband eats to smell like your tears, right?"
In Victoria, people like to work on diodes. If you are not a friend, you must be an enemy. It seems that there is no option for passers-by at all, so that even every classic noun has to be tagged with words such as backwardness, discrimination, uncivilized, etc.
and other labels to highlight one's position as if one is superior to others.
Such an environment has led to many ordinary people who have no intention of debating being tied to the chariot, and then after accepting all kinds of abuse and denunciation, they have become the same diode existence.
Being a full-time housewife is a relatively common occupation in Victoria. Although there is no Dongguo concept of "women should be housewives", there are also many women who become full-time housewives because they are unemployed, hate the workplace, like working as housewives, etc.
housewife.
It's just that such a group has naturally become a thorn in the side of some female boxers. Even if these full-time housewives have no ideas against women's rights, they have been labeled as backward, traitors, cowards, etc., and then suffered a series of verbal and written criticisms.
Inexplicably, he became a "public enemy of the world".
But in the final analysis, those who can work as full-time housewives in Victoria often have relatively good family backgrounds (at least they can support the whole family with their husband's income alone). In addition, these wives have far more than the boxers who usually need to earn their own money.
With so much time and leisure, after being forced to confront each other, his fighting power became unexpectedly strong.
By the way, although Victoria’s feminists like to engage in diode and confrontation, in the end they still work for themselves, and they are still much better than those bitch boxers in China.