Who says real and fake daughters can’t be sisters?

Ji Yuanluo, who was so bored at home that she had mushrooms growing on her body, really didn't understand Ji Anxin's sadness. After breakfast, Ji's father and Ji Anxin went to the company. Ji Yuanluo looked at this home where she had only been for less than a day. Everything looked expensive, but she didn't dare to touch anything.

This house looks very big and luxurious, but when you are in it, you feel inexplicably lonely. There are servants taking care of the garden and cleaning the yard, and there are also people cleaning the house. Because the two owners of the house have not yet gotten up, their movements are very quiet.

Yuanluo wanted to go up and help, but the servant didn't dare to let her do it.

"Second Miss, we will take care of everything here, you don't have to do anything."

Yuan Luo took her hand back awkwardly, thought for a moment and then asked, "Is there any place to buy things nearby? How do I get there?"

"Miss, do you want to go out? Then you can tell Butler Lin. Butler Lin will arrange a driver for you. Do you want to go out now? Then I will help you find Butler Lin." The servant said attentively.

Yuanluo didn't understand why she had to arrange a driver when she went to buy something, but Yuanluo usually didn't comment on things she didn't understand, so she nodded.

Then the cleaning servant went out, and soon came back and said that Butler Lin had already made arrangements, and then took Yuanluo out, and sure enough, there was a white car parked in front of the door.

Yuanluo got in the car and the driver started the car and drove towards the gate of the manor.

"Where do you want to go, miss?" the driver asked.

"I want to buy some buckwheat husks."

The driver, who was about to drive to a large shopping mall in the city center, was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively: "Second Miss, there shouldn't be buckwheat husks in the mall. What do you want to buy it for?"

"To make pillows."

"Oh, so there are buckwheat pillows in the mall. Why don't I take you there to buy the pillow directly?" the driver tried to propose a solution.

"I have to pick the buckwheat husks myself. You can't see the buckwheat inside the ready-made ones, so that's not possible." Yuanluo explained.

The driver thought about it and finally thought of a place where buckwheat husks might be sold. He stepped on the accelerator and drove the Bentley to the nearest morning market.

Fortunately, when I got there, I found buckwheat husks for sale, and there were several varieties.

The driver, Xiao Wang, couldn't tell the difference, but Yuanluo picked up several different types of buckwheat husks, looked at them, smelled them, pointed at one of them and asked for twenty kilograms of it to be weighed.

Xiao Wang didn't understand why that one was better.

But it was awkward when it came time to pay. Yuanluo had no cash. Twenty pounds of buckwheat husks, five yuan per pound, a total of one hundred yuan. Yuanluo took the card that Ji's father gave her after breakfast and handed it to the boss.

The boss was amused and said, "Girl, are you kidding me? I just sell some groceries, how can I have a POS machine?"

Xiao Wang watched Yuanluo's operation and quickly took out a hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to the boss to pay the bill. Then he picked up the buckwheat husks that Yuanluo bought and took them to the car.

"Miss, do you want to go back?" Xiao Wang, who was sitting in the car, turned his head and asked Yuanluo in the back seat.

"No, go to the bank to withdraw some money."

"Would you like to buy anything else?"

Yuanluo thought about it and felt that the Ji family didn't look like they would make their own pillows and quilts, so she would probably have to buy the fabric herself. But thinking of the Ji family's environment, Yuanluo felt that it would be better to buy some good fabric, otherwise Ji's mother might not be used to it.

"Buy some dried flowers and some fabric. The fabric should be better, the kind my mother would usually use."

"Then we can go directly to the mall where my wife usually goes. Credit cards are accepted there."

"Then go to the mall, but you have to get the money first and return it to you."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wang stopped trying to persuade her and decisively drove with Yuanluo to the nearest bank to withdraw money.

Rules for workers: Never neglect your money, even if it’s only a hundred yuan.

Xiao Wang took Yuanluo to several places and bought the necessary cloth and dried lavender.

When they returned to the Ji family, it was almost noon. Ji's mother and Ji Siran had already gotten up. Ji's mother heard from housekeeper Lin that Yuanluo had gone out. She wanted to contact her, but then she remembered that Yuanluo didn't have a cell phone. She had just returned home and hadn't had time to prepare one for her. When she heard that it was the family driver who drove her out, Ji's mother was relieved.

Seeing Yuanluo and Xiaowang walking in with big and small bags, Mother Ji hurried forward to take the things from Yuanluo's hands, for fear that she would be tired.

Yuanluo touched her nose uncomfortably, feeling a little embarrassed. When she just came in, Xiao Wang didn't let her carry things by herself. She repeatedly expressed her willingness to help Xiao Wang, and only then did he give her the newly bought fabrics, which were the lightest.

As soon as she entered the door, her mother took her over, as if she was afraid of tiring her out.

"Where did you go this morning? When I woke up, I didn't see you. I thought I was dreaming the past few days."

Yuanluo was sensitive to Mother Ji's mood, so she changed the subject and said, "I went to buy some things. Mom, take a look and see which one you like."

As Yuanluo spoke, she took out the cloth from the bag and showed it to Mother Ji.

Mother Ji looked at the colorful fabrics in the bag and didn't understand what her daughter was going to do, but she still picked them up and looked at them one by one. Although they were not the best materials she had ever seen, they felt very comfortable to the touch and were obviously not ordinary products.

Mother Ji took out a piece of light blue silk cotton and said, "I like this one."

Yuan Luo nodded and continued to ask: "What about dad and sister?"

Mother Ji picked out a piece of silver-gray and a piece of sky blue fabric and said, "Silver-gray is more suitable for your father, and your sister likes sky blue the best."

When Yuanluo heard that her sister liked sky blue, her eyes lit up. Her sister liked the same color as her.

Before Ji's mother had the chance to ask Yuanluo what she wanted to make, she heard Ji Siran's voice coming from the stairs.

"Driver Xiao Wang, what are you holding in your hand? Why did you come in with a sack? Sister, this is not what you bought, is it?"

As she was talking, Ji Siran walked up to Xiao Wang, opened it and took a look at the black buckwheat husk, and found that she didn't recognize it. She said exaggeratedly: "Oh my God, sister, what kind of dirty thing did you buy? It's so black and scary."

Yuan Luo, who tried to ask Ji Siran what color she liked, decisively chose to shut up. She completely threw away the idea of ​​being gentler to her sister that day and opened her sharp little mouth.

"Sister, I know that people who don't know much will be surprised when they see something they don't recognize, but don't be surprised yet. You should go to a hospital and see a psychiatric doctor first. Did you step on the ignition in the middle of the day? You're still twitching when you talk."

Perhaps because he had never been scolded so bluntly before, Ji Siran was stunned for a moment. Yes, he was stunned and even forgot to retort.

So Yuanluo continued to chatter, "Oh, yes, you look much more comfortable now when you're not moving. It's a bit like the American economy in the 1970s. Hey, look at your wise eyes. There are only four great treasures like you in a thousand. You must be within three steps of Crouching Dragon."

Mother Ji watched helplessly as her daughter, who was so gentle and kind a second ago, suddenly became so sharp-tongued. This scene felt inexplicably familiar. Who did she resemble?

He then glanced at Si Ran, who was confused and was probably still digesting the meaning of Yuan Luo's words. He sympathized with her for three seconds and thought to himself, why did you hire her in the first place?