Recently, a new nanny came to our house, and both my brother and I called her Aunt Hui.

　　It is said that Aunt Hui is a distant relative of my mother.

　　Last year, there were some changes in our family, so she came out to work after the Chinese New Year.

　　She is very diligent and her cooking skills are also good.

　　With my parents' business taking off in recent years, we have directly become a middle-class family from an ordinary one.

　　We changed our apartment to a townhouse, so we needed extra help, and that's why we kept her.

　　To be honest, my first impression of Aunt Hui was not very good.

　　I remember it was during the Chinese New Year when one morning I walked downstairs and happened to meet Aunt Hui standing at the door.

　　She was not tall, in her forties, and thin, carrying a large suitcase.

　　My mom warmly greeted her and invited her in.

　　"Is this your daughter? She has grown up." Aunt Hui glanced at me and then looked at my mom, "Xiao Shen, don't tell me you only have one daughter?" "There is also a son, he is in the fifth grade of elementary school and went out to play with his friends early in the morning today." Aunt Hui nodded repeatedly, "Having a son is good.

　　He is the one who will carry on the family line.

　　Otherwise, who will inherit the property you have worked so hard to build? Daughters will ultimately belong to someone else's family." I gave her a disdainful look.