Chapter 225: "You.. you are keeping me?" (2)

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Chapter 225: "You.. you are keeping me?" (2)

Chapter 225 – “You.. you are keeping me?” (2)

Their old man was only making 400 yuan a month from the factory. As it turned out, this distant aunt from the village could make 350 yuan a month? With room and board, that was over 450 yuan.

The aunt looked at Zhang-jie pleasantly surprised. “Is it true? Yes… I will do it. I will.”

“Don’t be too excited just yet. They have requirements as well,” Zhang-jie added quickly.

“Of course. Of course.” With such a high pay, of course they would have requirements. The aunt was distracted from kneading the dough for the noodles. She worried that she might not meet the requirements.

“Don’t worry, I have talked you up. I told her that you have good character, are clean, and are also a good cook. As such, we will go over there now and you can cook a meal for her. If she likes what you’ve made, she will keep you for a one-month trial period, paying you 350 yuan for the month. If the kids get along well with you, you will turn permanent in a month and make 350 yuan a month. You will have two days offs and, if you choose not to take off, she will pay you extra. You will need to talk to her about the details. I didn’t get all those,” said Zhang-jie complacently.

“Thank you so much. That…” The aunt looked at the dough, then looked at Zhang-jie’s mother-in-law.

“The dough is pretty much ready. Leave it for me. You go change and go with Xiao Juan for your interview.” After the aunt had stepped away, the old lady pulled Zhang-jieover and said, “Oh, you. Why didn’t you tell me about such a great opportunity? I don’t do much at home anyway. 350 yuan just to drop off and pick up children and light cleaning. It’s not something that happens every day. And you just handed the opportunity to an outsider.”

“Didn’t you hear me say that she’s my neighbor? Our Xiao Bao and her son are about the same age. For sure they will go to the same school in the future. Xiao Bao’s grandmother being a nanny at his schoolmate’s place will make Xiao Bao look bad.” Of course that idea had occurred to Zhang-jie. It was 350 yuan a month they were talking about. But not only did they live in the same district, they were even neighbors.

“Hmm, you are right about that. We won’t want Xiao Bao to be embarrassed at school.” She had waited too long to have a grandson and he was number one priority.

After Shu Yan had bathed and washed her hair, she saw her two children napping. It was summer vacation so Shu Yan did not wake them. She went to clean out the room for the nanny.

This was originally a three bedroom + living and dining room design. During the remodeling, Shu Yan had them block out an extra room next to the living room. She had planned to have it as a storage room but now she was going to clean it out so it could be used as the room for the nanny.

Luckily, she asked for a window during the remodeling for air circulation; otherwise, it might be quite unpleasant to live in it.

This room was only 5 m2 in size. It was 2 meters wide and 2.5 meters deep. With a 1.2 meters bed, it could still fit a nightstand. During the remodeling, Shu Yan had built-in closets put in on both sides for storage purposes. She would give one side for the nanny to use.

She needed to go buy the bed and the nightstand. She would also need to add some curtains. Threw on the sheets and the room would be ready.

She had just finished cleaning up when the door bell rang. Shu Yan saw a woman following behind Zhang-jie. Shu Yan studied the woman behind Zhang-jiesubtly. Had Zhang-jie didn’t tell her ahead of time that she was 39, Shu Yan would think she was 59 years old.

Women in villages worked in the field and, naturally, didn’t look as young as those in the cities. But this one was especially so. One could tell how tough her life had been having to support a daughter on her own from tending to her field and pay for her tuition. That was no small feat.

Shu Yan was looking for a nanny, not a beauty competition. She didn’t care too much how the woman looked. As long as she was a hard worker, clean, and a good cook, she would be happy.