The servant was not that old, in his thirties or forties, similar to Alan, and he looked gentle and kind, so I didn't think there was anything wrong with her.
I think this seems to make sense. Although men and women are equal, the topics between men and women are different after all.
I, a woman, followed them to meet Leng Badu and his father. I guessed that he was an old man with a beard and a glare, and he might be very domineering and even violent.
I thought it would be more appropriate to go see the madam, so I followed the servant.
I was thinking that they must have taken a fancy to my little Yu, so they planned to use both hands to separate us and defeat us one by one.
I think this family has gone to great lengths to find a son-in-law for their daughter.
The buildings here all have a bit of "foreign style", with blue-gray walls and orange-red roof tiles, intricate and connected.
It looks good, but I always feel a little uncomfortable.
It is a kind of building that combines Chinese and Western styles. Its style reminds me of a tourist attraction.
When we arrived at a place, the entrance was a small garden with all kinds of colorful flowers.
Walking further inside, there is a two-story arc-shaped flag tower, and a woman's laughter can be heard from a distance.
It's clear, not brittle and a little hoarse, but it feels particularly dignified. She sounds like a woman.
"This is the first time Pei'er has paid so much attention to a woman. I want to see which one it is?"
Another female voice said: "Isn't this coming?"
When I entered, I found a roomful of women sitting inside. Most of them were wearing dignified cheongsams. Maybe it was because they felt cool. They were open to both arms and thighs.
With their hair in dignified and elegant buns, they all look graceful and luxurious.
The servant took me in and said in an introduction: "Madams, Miss Xia is here."
Several women rushed over to look at me, looking up and down. I felt a little embarrassed for a moment, thinking what kind of characters were these?
I felt like I had traveled back to the Republic of China period. A woman wearing a dark purple cheongsam and exquisite makeup came forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled me inside.
He said politely: "Miss Xia, you're welcome. When you get here, it's just like coming to your own home."
A woman agreed: "Yes, Mrs. Mo is the most hospitable."
Only then did I know that this was Mrs. Mo, the mistress of the family. However, because I learned about the Mo family’s inner house from Zhang Tianbao, I couldn’t help but look at this lady a few more times.
Logically speaking, she must be in her fifties anyway, but maybe she has taken good care of herself, or she may be naturally beautiful, but she still looks like she is in her forties at this time.
Although youth is no longer around, the years have given her an indescribable charm and an indescribable romance.
Charm and dignity coexist, coquettishness and elegance coexist. It’s not called beauty, it’s called elegance. The way she raises her hands and feet is the manner of a rich official’s daughter, and her charm is still present in every frown and smile.
It’s really hard to understand why a man with such a woman would cheat on her?
I am even more curious, who is Mo Pei’s mother, the man who robbed such a woman?
I smiled slightly and shouted softly: "Hello, Mrs. Mo..."
"You're welcome, these are Pei'er's aunts, my sister group..."
She pulled me to sit down, and someone asked: "How old is Miss Xia?"
I said: "Twenty-seven."
"Not too young..."
"Da Pei'er is still two years old..."
"Where is Miss Xia's ancestral home?"
I said: "My ancestral home is City A. My ancestors have been from City A for generations..."
"I can't tell. Northerners are tall and tall, and so are the girls. You are petite, but you look like our southern girls."
"Yes, people in the north eat pasta and grow taller..."
I explained with a little embarrassment: "Nowadays, City A has all kinds of food, not just pasta. I prefer rice."
"No wonder...What are Miss Xia's hobbies?"
"Do you like playing chess?"
The excessive enthusiasm of several women made me a little confused. I basically had no time to think about their purpose and could only be led down step by step by their questions?
I nodded and said, "It's not like I like it, I just know a little bit about it."
"Which chess do you like to play, Go or chess?"
"It'll be a little bit..."
"Do you like playing mahjong?"
I said: "So-so..."
"What kind of tea do you like to drink?"
"Tieguanyin!"
"What flavor do you like to eat?"
"I love sweets..."
“What’s your favorite fruit?”
"I'm not too picky. My favorite is grapes, but I'm lazy and don't eat much..."
After saying that, the group of women laughed for no reason, and Mrs. Mo said: "It's not that big of a difference..."
She seemed to have remembered a sentence and asked: "What are the taboo dishes? Salty or bland?"
"It's not a taboo, but I'm allergic to lobster, so the taste is a bit bland..."
"That's a pity. We have a lot of seafood here. Who let us rely on Tianmenguan? Then do you eat fish?"
I said: "I like to eat fish..."
“What fish do you like to eat?”
"Crucian carp..."
Someone joked: "This is a spiny fish."
While talking, the grapes I said I loved, Tieguanyin tea, and various desserts were already on the table.
In their eyes, I was like a little girl from the mountainous area who had never seen the world. It was as if I had never eaten these things. They kept urging me to eat them. When I ate them, they were happy and satisfied.
I have long heard that people in the south are very hospitable, and the further south you go, the more hospitable they become. Today I have experienced it.
They were too enthusiastic about me, but they never got to the point. They didn't see little girl Mo Yan for more than ten minutes after entering the house, and they didn't even mention a word about Xiao Yu.
Instead, he wanted to tease my ancestors and even asked for my grandmother’s name.
I won’t hide it either. Anyway, my ancestors were pretty good!
My grandparents are entrepreneurs, my grandparents are entrepreneurs, and my parents are also entrepreneurs.