Second to None: the Rebirth of a Popular Slave - Chapter 11
On the next day, when Peony woke up she found out that Juan Li was already out at work. Well, it was better if she was here, and not with that…
…that… guy. Or with July.
But, it was her own choice if she wanted to be bound to another man or not… Peony was busy comforting herself, ok?!
In fact, her ‘slow and perfectionist’ brain ushered her to tidy up and clean the place.
No… let’s eat some delicious cake first. And why not cook some salted, bright and soft egg? What about the fresh and plump tomatoes? What about the cracky cereals…
Author BD: are you making the readers disgusted, promoting food or what?
Peony: they are for me to eat. When did I ever invited people? Don’t they want me to grow? You think I don’t know they want an adult protagonist?
Author BD: but you are so cute when you are small.
Peony: then when people come, they have to give me money so I can buy some food.
Author BD: oh.
Peony: but they can’t join. Even when buying, how can I suscitate pity from the cashier?
Author BD: oh… I will go and play some games.
The compartments of the fridge were mostly filled by vegetables, because her parents managed a garden, where they grew salads, cucumbers, eggplants, tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, zucchini and some chinese beans and pumpkins. In her past they had to eat a lot of vegetables, she almost wanted to vomit by the quantity of those greens food. But it didn’t mean that she would avoid them.
The reason why they had plentiful of vegetables was because when her original parents were still together (like now), they would alternatively water and dig the plants out. Later on, when her mother escaped from him, she didn’t do any works for two years. When she got a work from Jeff, other than giving food and showering Jeff’s parents and sweeping the floor, she had a lot of time to take care of the Jeff’s ex wife two gardens… jeez, yesterday dinner, she ate many pieces of waterish chinese long melon. Even more than the chinese spaghetti. At least in the past Peony tried to balance the ratio… but what could she have done if Juan Li would continuously throw vegetables in the fridge and in the meals?
“One must eat everything” Juan Li proclaimed (justified)… “and it’s healthy”…
Anyway, Peony changed idea. She would first clean the mini apartment, it would certainly be so unsightly to eat while admiring the mess accentuated by the warm sunlight.
Oh yeah, it was summer. And summer liked to strike with lights, hehe. Cough cough.
En, separate the dirty clothes from the clean ones. Put the dirty ones in the bath tube and fold the clean ones and temporarily leave them on the bed. Empty the wardrobe, clean the wardrobe and finally fold the clothes which previously were in the wardrobe. Parents clothes next to the parents bed, her clothes next to her bed: the shirts, sweaters and hats on the top half shelves; pants, long skirts and shoes on the bottom half shelves. Clean the shoes so they won’t smell. Clean the two windows and take two small boxes from the hall. Fill them with respective socks and underwear. Hers on the window above her bed, theirs on the window above their bed. Close them. Fix the beds’ sheets. Clean the bed’s support and tidy the stuff under the bed. Gather the plastic bags on the table, quickly clean the fridge. Put the useful ones on the fridge (with the help of a chair) and those useless throw them in the big bag for plastic. Clean and tidy up the kitchen. Clean the living room. Wipe the floor. Arrange the chopped woods and put the small ones in the big boxes. Clean the hall and disinfect the bathroom. Wash the dirty clothes of the bath tube and hang them outside.
In three hours she finished sorting out the place. Those were things she did in the past too, so she didn’t take much time. Pity that in any case the adults would sneer at her… she always focused on fixing other rooms, so her bedroom was very… chaotic. Yeah, clothes and books on the ground, the table full of strange stuff etc… Plus, the room didn’t work as a bedroom, but as a magazine, so things that her ‘family’ didn’t know where to settle, they would damp them in her bedroom/magazine. They even dared to mock her! And insult her for little things.
Sigh, now… she deserved to eat some cake again, only a quarter was left.
After eating, she went to sleep… so tired yawn.
The short nap lasted for two full hours. There was a bright and luxuriously green field. Many fresh vegetables were dancing around a fire, and roasting meat. When they noticed Peony’s presence, they began to run away and she chased them… hahahha… it was so funny. In the end, she took some meat and ate it. The veggies returned and gladly shared the ready meat between them and her. She asked which type of meat it was, they replied: “Chocolate cake”. Peony was puzzled, but even more when the veggies ‘got up’ and tidied up the soft grass… the heck!, the grass is already so… neat… why are they obsessively straightening them up? “Because we are their parents”. Oh my goshhh! She laughed so hard that she woke up.
After a minute of recuperation, she stretched her arms and planned to do some physic exercise. She positioned herself on the most spacious empty place and then began to do some warm-up exercise.
Sweetly rotate the neck left and right, rotate the shoulders, the arms, the torso, legs and feet. Some running on the spot and then she tried to dance a little bit.
Half an hour quickly flew, she prepared her lunch/dinner: white rice, soft eggs with juicy tomatoes, plus cucumbers with sugar.
Juan Li would return in two and a half hours. If Peony wasn’t wrong, Juan Li was picking fruits. She would start her work at 7 am and finish exactly at 7 pm. What she earned was a lot: 70 euro/dollars per day, so in six days of full work she would get 420 per week. In total, 1680 per month. Counting that there was actually work to do and fruits to pick and… the fact that it shouldn’t be slavery… so in truth the money wasn’t a lot. Those chinese workers had no insurance and if they weren’t fast enough, they were easily disposable. Obviously, their salary was much better than those ones who would get 120 cents per day and almost on par of the high school teachers, who worked half their time. And, it wasn’t difficult to understand that the money they should have gotten, were took by the boss.
Anyway, how come that Juan Li earned 1680, and her father Hua Xiaolan… wait, now that she remembered, before the accident, this father of hers was staying by a friend and would be returning this week. Today it was Monday, her father was a porphyry worker and now it was many years before the crisis, so he was earning 2000 per month. How come that, even though Juan Li’s job wasn’t stable, with a total of more than 3000, they were still living here? In this old small place which would cost maybe 400? If they were here in this country, it meant that all the documents were alright…
Then, they must be bad at saving money. Or focused more on their needs. For example, when Juan Li and Jeff were together, Juan Li would buy a new phone every year… despite she disliked the new technologies, only to stay in contact with doctor July.
Stop thinking of those problems, Peony. How about deciding on some projects?
Peony climbed (author BD: I forgot to mention there was a low gate) out from the house and ran in the library, which fortunately was opened till 7.30 pm and was in the nearby.
The library was really spacious and had two floors. The shelves were white and many books were on them. Tables and chairs were in the center.
The librarian just greeted her and then continued to write things on the computer.
Peony didn’t pay attention to the… pamphlets for children, but books labeled for teenagers. She fished out some attractive books, read the plot and then placed them back. After a while, she chose to read ‘The Siren’s Curse’ by Laurencia Curtling. The story was about a princess, called Sheyla, who was a lonely girl, who at her 18th birthday, discovered that she was a pure-blooded siren of the ancient lineage. By then, everything changed.
Peony sat in the center table and from time to time would check the clock on the wall.
When she started to read, she would stare a lot at the words and would re-read some passages, but because the author’s style was simple and flowing, she picked up the rhythm. In two hours, she has already read half the book, but got bored.
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