Meng Yan's Transformation

"We were listening with great interest, but Jiaojiao was sleeping soundly. Grandma's interpretation of the Song Dynasty poetry became her lullaby." Guihua couldn't help laughing when she heard Jiaojiao drooling while sleeping on the study table.

"Jiaojiao is only a few years old. She can't understand me talking about Song Dynasty poems. She will find it boring. It's good enough that she can sleep peacefully." Yunqing said caressingly, picked up Zhan Jiaojiao, put her on the kang, and covered her with a quilt.

"Grandma, why am I lying on the kang? Have you finished reciting Song poetry?" Zhan Jiaojiao woke up just after she was covered with the quilt, and said sleepily.

"My third daughter has a good memory. She still remembers the Song Dynasty poems that her grandmother recited before bed." Guihua praised.

"Aunt Mengyan, you didn't praise my sister and I for listening attentively. Instead, you praised Zhan Jiaojiao for sleeping in." Zhan Zhuozhuo said unconvinced.

"Zhan Zhuozhuo, you won't accept it as long as someone praises me. What you mean is that you will be satisfied if everyone praises you alone?" Zhan Jiaojiao retorted.

"You two little girls, stop arguing. I feel dizzy when you quarrel. Shut up!" Guihua was afraid that the two sisters would keep arguing, so she hurriedly stopped them.

"Children, be quiet. Let's stop learning here today. I have good news to tell you. Your Uncle Zichuan, Mengyan's brother Zichuan, is coming home from the army today. You all should help me with some work and prepare to welcome Zhan Zichuan home." Yunqing said happily.

"Oh, Ziyou told me a few days ago that my third son Zichuan would be returning from the army in the next few days, and asked me to help the family with more work to prepare for welcoming Zichuan. How could I have completely forgotten about it? It's all because of these three kids who have been nagging me all day long. My head is buzzing and my memory is not good anymore." Guihua said resentfully.

"Mom, please don't drag me into this. That time it was just Zhan Zhuozhuo and Jiaojiao arguing. It has nothing to do with me." Zhan Qiqi argued.

Guihua was very uncomfortable when she saw Zhan Qiqi trying to distance herself from the matter and acting as if it had nothing to do with her, so she said, "Zhan Qiqi, how can their quarrel have nothing to do with you? You are the eldest sister, if you know how to mediate between them, will they fight? As an older sister, you have the responsibility to look after, care for, and help your younger sisters to unite and love each other."

"Mom, if you insist on talking about my relationship, I can't help it. I'll be reborn as a younger sister in my next life. I don't want to be a thankless sister." Zhan Qiqi muttered in a wronged voice.

"Hey, Zhan Qiqi, you kid, you've grown up and become independent. I say something to you and you talk back to me. How old are you? Yet you're still thinking about your next life. Where did you learn this?" Guihua said a little annoyed.

Yunqing saw that Guihua was about to change her expression, so she quickly nudged Guihua with her elbow, winked at her, and said, "Let's go, let's go back to grandma's house, everyone help me pick and wash vegetables. Do some work, and I will make you something to eat. We all have to be happy and welcome Zhan Zichuan home with a beautiful mood!"

Zhan Jiaojiao was the first to rush out of the house and shouted, "Let's go, welcome Uncle Zichuan, and eat the delicious food that grandma made!"

"Look how enthusiastic Zhan Jiaojiao is when she hears there's something delicious to eat. If she were just asked to work, she would definitely not be that motivated." Zhan Zhuozhuo said.

"Good boy Zhuozhuo, stop arguing with Jiaojiao to avoid making your mother angry." Yunqing touched Zhan Zhuozhuo's head and said gently.

Zhan Zhuozhuo stuck out his tongue at his grandmother, made a face, and ran out of the house.