Chapter Thirteen: The Reversal of Trash

  The guest didn't say anything, Huā Mù Qíng hastily escaped the scene. Because she walked too quickly, and there was a puddle of unknown origin in front of her on the path, Huā Mù Qíng stepped on it, slipped, and fell backwards.

  The glass tray and black coffee in her hand also tilted backwards with her body, flying towards the back...

  Those things were all poured onto the head of the man who had just been knocked down, and they were smashed hard on the man's head, black coffee and glass trays.

  Just as Ben and his friend were chatting happily, who would have thought that an unexpected disaster would suddenly come, and the unlucky protagonist was still him.

  Hanaki Haruka's body fell backwards to the ground, letting out a wail, and a handkerchief landed squarely on her face - this kind of reception also declared that Hanaki Haruka's job had ended in failure once again.

  In the pet store, Hanaoki was dressed in a loose-fitting barber's uniform, holding a razor in his right hand and sporting a sly expression as he slowly approached a cute but currently furry dog.

  The dog seemed to be conscious, looking at the person in front of it with a frightened and pitiful expression, but its neck was tied to the railing with a rope, unable to escape.

  Before long, the pet grooming store was filled with Huā Mù Qíng's screams. She closed her eyes and held a razor, disregarding the dog's struggles, and started cutting directly.

  Hanaki Haruka probably had the dog groomed to a pitiful state, and this was already the nth time she's done so, resulting in her being fired.

  "Miss, your hot coffee." Le Yi brought a cup of coffee from the kitchen to the living room and placed it in front of Hua Mu Qing, who was writing furiously at her desk.

  Jianhua Mu Qing ignored her, with a resentful face, scribbling and modifying on her notebook, Le Yi was puzzled, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Why are you so furious?"

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  "I've had enough." Huamu Qing slammed down the pen in her hand and slapped the table irritably, "I think I'm just a waste of space."

  "It's okay to fail, miss... just try again." Le Yi looked at Hua Mu Qing with a shocked and amazed expression, speaking in a serious and heartfelt tone. "Look at me, I've been the housekeeper for thirty years, what storms haven't I weathered? But I endured them all. I always encouraged myself that any difficulty can be overcome, so you shouldn't be discouraged by your failure, miss. You should pick yourself up again, adjust your mood and set off once more."

  Hanaki listened attentively to Rakuji's words, and when she turned to tidy up the kitchen, he followed her footsteps and asked his own question, "I know all these things, but... after repeated failures, I lost confidence. By the way, what technical content can a housekeeper have? You look like you're enjoying it!"

  "The housekeeper is actually just a servant, and the servant is responsible for collecting all sorts of trivial matters for the master's family. It's just that it sounds more dignified when called that." Le Yi wiped down the kitchen table as she explained to Huā Mù Qíng.

  "That's also right." Hanaki Aoi nodded in agreement.

  "Actually, miss, when I was learning from the housekeeper, I learned a lot of things, especially how to observe people's words and expressions. My previous bosses all had different personalities, so I had to quickly figure out their little thoughts, only then could I serve them well, if I served them well, I wouldn't be fired!" Le Yi was teaching Huamu Qing like a kind teacher.

  "Oh, so that's the reason!" Hanaki Aki looked at Raku-ya, who was staring back at her with a puzzled expression. Hanaki began to reason, "Just like when I studied drama and had to analyze the characters' personalities, I need to thoroughly understand all my roles in order to easily create a script!" In the end, Hanaki suddenly had an epiphany and let out a loud cry, almost jumping up with excitement.

  "Oh my, you scared me to death!" Le Yi suddenly let out a cry and clutched at her heart, then saw her own young mistress rushing towards her. "Thank you, thank you so much."

  Huā Mù Qíng grabbed Lè Yí's hand, laughing and jumping, until finally saying to her, "I'm leaving, thank you so much, I'm endlessly grateful!" Then, she ran to the desk where she had been sitting earlier, tidied up the pens and notebooks on it, put them into her backpack, and then ran out of her own villa.

  I want to write a script about a rich girl disguising herself as a maid.

  Huamu stood triumphantly in front of Professor George, as if he had already won.

  "Don't assume that a maid is born to serve tea and water, and kneel on the ground," Professor George said, vividly mimicking the actions of what maids should do, as he reasoned with Huamu Qing, trying to dispel this idea, "or help the master teach his daughter-in-law a lesson, or help the mistress slap someone else's ear."

  "Listen up, everyone," Professor Qiao said, pointing to the students below. "Those are just melodramatic plot twists you see on TV. In reality, you need to break into people's inner world. Don't think that dressing poorly makes you an artistic youth. That only shows that you don't understand the awesomeness of artistic youths at all, hahaha..." With that, he turned around and left without waiting for Huamu Qing to react.

  "Professor..." Hanaki Haru called out to him in a timely manner.

  Professor George had no choice but to stop in his tracks, for he knew that Huamu Qing was the kind of person who would see things through once she had made up her mind. He could avoid her on New Year's Day, but not by the 15th. So he stopped and slowly turned around, asking, "What is it?"

  "I want to be a maid." Hanaki Haru's face was firm as she looked at Professor George with a full smile, hoping he would agree.

  But then... Professor George glared at her, gritting his teeth, and even tapped her head heavily with his finger, "You... still want to be a maid? Get that thought out of your mind as soon as possible. What's wrong with you, coming up with such an absurd idea."

  "I don't think my idea is that far-fetched, Professor. You know, Liu Yutong is currently..."

  Professor George furrowed his brow and looked at her, "Liu Yu... what?"

  "It's Liu Yutong's sneakers," Huamu Qing corrected herself under the professor's piercing gaze.

  "Hmm." He nodded in satisfaction.

  "It's Liu Yutong's sneakers, he has already entered the mountain and posted photos on his space, saying that he is going there to experience the simple life of the children in the mountains. He is accumulating experience for his script, if he can do it, then I believe I can too." Huamu Qing retorted.

  "Oh, you can do it too." Professor George nodded in seeming agreement.

  "Necessary."