Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 675 In Capern City, Daisy brought Joy home and said to the little girl, "Here's our family's rule. No work, no food. Wash your hands and come in to help me cook.'

Joy looked at her and pouted. "But I don't know how."

"If you don't know how to do it, learn it. Girls have to learn to do housework from a young age. That way, you can win a boy's heart."

Joy frowned. "Why do I need to win a boy's heart?"

Daisy choked. She wanted to say something, but she felt that it was inappropriate. In the end, she said fiercely, "Just do what I tell you to!"

Joy walked to the kitchen. She wasn't even as tall as the cooking bench.

Daisy simply gave her a job politely and let her pick vegetables.

Joy hid on the ground and asked as she worked, "Mrs. Sherman, did Carson do the same thing when he was young?"

Daisy snorted. "Nope. Carson is a boy. Of course, he can't do this kind of housework. It's all his sister's job.'

"Carson's sister? Who is it? Why haven't I seen her before?" asked Joy.

impatiently. "Can you be quiet for a moment, you little

Sherman, you're partial. Why should girls do housework and boys not? Aren't you

are you teaching me a

talking sense with you. If Vivian marries Carson in the future and gives birth to baby girls and baby boys, Vivian will be upset if you treat the

rendered speechless by

right, Mrs. Sherman?"

impatiently. "Get out. Get out of here. Why are you talking so much? Go outside and

put down the vegetable in her hand and obediently got

cooking, she habitually shouted at the top of her lungs that it was time

the living room was brand new. The coffee table was clean, and the clothes on the sofa were

say something but swallowed

at her. "Mrs. Sherman, I obeyed the family rule. See? I've cleaned up the house." Daisy could not help but

her. She climbed onto the chair and picked

from work.

hear her sweet voice. He squatted down and smiled. "Hey, little girl! It makes my day to see you

My sister Vivan and Carson are

shameless words and came out to glare at her. "Stop spouting nonsense, child." Joy pouted and asked,