Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

After the meal, it was the gentlemen’s turn to clear the table and the dishes.

Zhong Wenxiu felt somewhat embarrassed and wanted to help, but Feng Qingxue pulled her back, "These big men have thick skin and calluses, let them do the dishwashing. We delicate ladies should keep our fine and tender hands away from the water to prevent them from becoming rough."

Although Zhong Wenxiu was practically considered family, she wasn’t married yet and thus a cherished guest, and cherished guests shouldn’t be asked to do chores, right?

At this moment, Feng Qingxue conveniently forgot the fact that she herself started cooking when she first arrived at the Lu Family.

"Mama, you can apply clam oil after washing dishes, so your hands won’t turn rough," Fubao chimed in.

Feng Qingxue glanced at her, "Then go and help your dad and brother, we have enough clam oil at home. Today is your seventh birthday, meaning from tomorrow, you’ll be eight. Kids from other families start doing household chores at this age."

Fubao shook her head vigorously and even used her hands, waving them in front of her, "Mama, I’m so little, and my hands are so tender, how could you bear to let me wash the never-ending pile of dishes every day? No amount of clam oil can compensate for the suffering of my delicate hands. Plus, I’m the birthday girl today, the birthday girl shouldn’t do chores, as it would mean endless toil."

"Having given birth to five of you, washing diapers, clothes, and stinky socks every day, I’m the one who’s truly endured endless toil!" Feng Qingxue unceremoniously tapped Fubao’s forehead, "Every time I ask you to learn chores, you shirk and slack off. How will you manage when you grow up?"