Simple clothes and vegetarian food are the only identifier I have in Toutiao. Thank you for your company, and look forward to your likes and **. I, a practitioner who has been deeply involved in the housekeeping industry for many years, would like to share with you those little-known industry stories. Please note that what I am writing is personal and should not be seated.
In a modest kitchen, the rectangular space is cleverly divided into workspaces and passages. The long countertop clings to the wall, leaving only a small area in the middle for people to move around. The three of them were crammed into it, and they looked a little cramped. The sheer glass tubes on the ceiling emitted a soft glow, and if it weren't for the small shadows and the darkness outside the window, I would have almost mistaken it for daylight. I was the only one in the house, and it was so bright and quiet during the day.
It was late at night, and I was a little tired after a busy day. With your belly lightly resting against the countertop, you can hold the plate in both hands and rinse under the tap. Crystal water splashed in the pool, and a few drops splashed onto the countertop. I turned the current down, inadvertently took a step back, only to bump into someone. I was shocked, although Mr. Mao behaved well on weekdays, but in this situation of lonely men and widows living in the same room, I still remained vigilant. When I looked back, it was Sasha's tearful face.
Sasha, are you awake? I asked softly, putting down the plate and turning off the faucet. In desperation, I dried my hands on my apron. Sasha was barefoot and stepped on the tiled floor, and I noticed that there might still be last night's oil smoke on the floor, which must be freezing cold at this point. I quickly picked her up, brought her to the dining table, and wiped away her tears with a tissue. "How did you get out? Why is there no sound at all? I asked.
After wiping away her tears, Sasha lay on my shoulder and said in a soft voice, "I want to wait there for you to finish your work." I patted her on the back and said softly, "When you wake up, call Auntie." How cold it is to be barefoot on the floor. When Auntie finishes her work, you'll catch a cold. Sasha hummed sensibly, aggrieved and sensible. I carried her around the living room and patted her on the back. Both were immersed in the tranquility.
I was about to lull her to sleep when the door of the master bedroom opened softly, and Mr. Mao walked out in cotton loungewear. Sasha immediately lifted her head from my shoulder. I walked towards my bedroom, and Mr. Mao asked softly, "Is Sasha awake?" I nodded lightly and entered the room. After soothing Sasha, I walked out of the bedroom and walked through the hallway to take a shower. Mr. Mao was sitting on the sofa drinking water, and he looked up and said to me, "I have washed the dishes." I thanked him and went into the bathroom.
Although I am a nanny, Mao always helps me wash the dishes, and I still have to thank you. It's not funny because it's my job job. Just like in the company, a colleague has helped you do your job, and you should also sincerely thank them. After taking a shower, I changed into my daytime clothes and walked out of the bathroom. Usually if it's just me and Sasha at home, I'll go straight back to the bedroom in my pajamas. But sometimes I was unlucky, for example, when Mr. Mao was not at home, I came out of the shower, but he happened to come back and sit on the sofa. Because of the vacuum in my pajamas, I had to quickly go back to the bathroom and close the door again. After listening to Mr. Mao's footsteps and returning to the room, I dared to come out. Mr. Mao is also a smart person, and when he encounters this situation, he will immediately go back to the room and wait for me to come out after taking a shower. We're all shying away from some embarrassing details.
But tonight was different. When I returned to the bedroom door in a long-sleeved shirt and long jeans, I saw a tall figure sitting on the edge of the bed. There was only a small lamp on in the room, and the light was dim. Mr. Mao sat on the outside of the bed where I usually slept, leaning on the back of the bed. He was patting Sasha's tiny body under the quilt with one hand. I stood in the doorway and hesitated, should I go in or exit? Mr. Mao looked up and stood up and said, "I'm afraid she'll wake up again." Come and watch. I exited the door and waited for Mr. Mao to come out of the door before returning to the bedroom, and immediately locked the door. And so the day passed.
The next morning, when I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, I saw that the dishes I used last night had been washed and drained. The stainless steel sink is shiny, and the sink should be scrubbed with a special rag after washing the dishes. Otherwise, it will leave some grease stains or the smell of dish soap. Such details make me feel warm and comforted, as if in this home, we are not just employers and nannies, but more like family members who respect and care for each other.