thefictionvixens Chapter 90 The Clothes That Were Eyed
Chapter 90 The Clothes That Were Eyed
Chapter 90 The Clothes That Were Eyed
"Hill, you've caused trouble at the restaurant again?"
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"Why are you so absent-minded, kid?"
Listening to her mother's words, Hill lowered her head, unsure how to answer the question.
"Fine, you're sixteen now. You should take responsibility for your own mistakes. You should wash your own clothes if they get dirty."
Hill nodded, not refuting his mother's words, and carried the bucket to the well to fetch water for washing clothes.
"That kid made a mistake at the restaurant again, won't he get his wages docked again?"
From the next room, one could hear the father asking the mother a question.
"I didn't ask her, but maybe. It all depends on the mood of my current boss."
"Sigh, I'm so old, yet I'm still so confused and can't do anything right."
"That's just how that child is, didn't you know that already?"
"What a money-loser."
"How can you talk about your daughter like that?"
Inside the house, the sound of the parents arguing could be heard.
The girl washing clothes looked somewhat lonely.
"Overall, she's quite pretty. Once my son... I'll..."
The parents' argument stopped, but then came their deliberately lowered voices.
She couldn't hear very clearly in the yard, but Hill knew that her parents were talking about her younger brother, who was five years younger than her.
Compared to her daughter, who was neglected since childhood, her younger brother, a boy, was the darling of the whole family.
From a young age, she was cherished and pampered by her whole family.
Even after his family's fortunes declined, his parents started considering his future marriage.
After all, the family didn't have much money, so it was a bit difficult to find a decent wife for his younger brother.
However, if she could exchange her relatively pretty self for a wife, her parents wouldn't have to spend much money to find a decent wife for their younger brother.
Looking back now, I realize that I was able to eat my fill in this family thanks to my younger brother. Otherwise, with my absent-mindedness and constant mistakes, I might have been kicked out of the house by my parents after I grew up, or be married off to someone else early on to recoup the cost of raising me.
Hill was lost in thought when the clothes were quickly washed. She didn't mean to complain about her family; she was just worried that when her younger brother grew up and she was to be married off to someone else by her parents, would she, in her current state of confusion, be able to be a good wife and a good mother?
The thought of this made Hill feel a little insecure. Perhaps she should find some books that teach people how to be good wives and mothers and learn more.
As she was thinking this, she suddenly remembered the boy in Osmanthus Lane who had specifically asked her to be his wife earlier that day.
The other person looked about the same age as her younger brother. Maybe she would be forced into a marriage exchange with someone like him in the future.
Hill thought about how the boy had been splashed with soup by her clumsy antics earlier that day, but hadn't scolded her loudly. Standing in the yard, she looked up at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help but softly express her hopes for her future partner: "If the person I marry in the future is someone who can tolerate my absent-mindedness, that would be wonderful."
Back in the house, he met his younger brother in the hallway. The boy was cute, but when Hill reached out to touch his head, his hand was slapped away.
"You idiot, don't come near me and touch my head. What if you pass on your idiocy to me and make me stupid too?"
"It's not contagious. Being stupid isn't a disease, and besides, my sister is just naturally ditzy."
Hill explained.
"I don't care, just stay away from me."
Everyone in the family dotes on her younger brother, and Hill wants to do the same, but her brother hates her and thinks she's a big idiot.
For example, right now, after slapping her hand away, my younger brother ran outside to wash his hands with disgust, as if contact with her would catch some kind of stupid disease.
"Sigh~"
Hill sighed. She couldn't change her brother's deeply ingrained ideas, which was why they weren't close.
Back in his room, the only place in the house where the light was broken and hadn't been fixed, Hill lit an oil lamp and placed it on the table. He then took a book from the bookshelf, placed it on his lap, and began to read in the dim light.
Under the dim light, you could see the title of the book she was flipping through: "One Hundred Ways to Cure Confusion."
Hill tried many of the methods, but most of them were ineffective. She remained confused when she was supposed to be confused, and she still made mistakes and messed things up when she was supposed to make mistakes.
The only thing that had any effect was probably making her a person who could barely take care of herself. At least after taking a shower, she wouldn't be so careless as to walk out of the bathroom naked.
. . . .
"That idiot, how dare he touch my head with his hand!"
The boy washing his hands in the yard was very angry; he hated his stupid older sister.
The reason is that his friends often make fun of him by saying that he has a stupid older sister.
This made him full of hostility towards that stupid older sister.
If it weren't for the fact that talking was useless, he would have long wanted his loving parents to kick that idiot out of the house.
"No, I'm going to teach her a lesson. I'll show that idiot what's what—touching my head so casually comes at a price..."
The boy's voice suddenly stopped, his gaze drawn to the freshly washed clothes on the clothes rack in the yard.
Broly's soiled clothes were provided by the Rabbit Merchant Guild, a well-known brand in the Empire.
The clothes given to Broly are the latest designs released this year, but they are not yet officially available for sale on the market.
"Mom, was that dress bought for me?"
Some of the boys who were interested immediately ran into the house to ask their mothers.
Which piece of clothing?
The woman was somewhat confused.
"It's the one that was just washed outside."
"Oh, those were clothes your sister got dirty while working at the restaurant, and she took them home to wash."
The woman answered.
"Can I keep it?"
"What do you want with someone else's worn clothes?"
The woman frowned slightly.
"That's the latest style of clothing from the JiTu Chamber of Commerce. I saw it on the display stand in the specialty store."
"But that's something your sister is going to take back to return to the guests tomorrow after she washes it clean."
"Just ignore her!"
"Good boy, if you want new clothes, Mom will go shopping with you tomorrow."
"This dress isn't available for sale outside yet."
"Then we'll wait until it's on sale before buying it."
"Then it'll be too late. Everyone will have it by then, and that dress won't be special anymore!"
The boy was very anxious, stamping his feet in the house and pestering his mother.
Hearing her son's fussing, the woman felt a headache coming on and decided to put her daughter in a bad mood.
(End of this chapter)