A woman? She is the cleaning lady?

Yang Mingzhi keenly noticed a blond woman. Judging from her face, she was not young.

The woman put the wet mop aside, approached Yang Mingzhi respectfully, tied her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly.

"Comrade General, my name is Anne Ivayevna Androva. I will be fully responsible for the cleaning of this house and will also be your exclusive cook."

"A maid?" Yang Mingzhi asked casually in surprise.

"Yes, you can understand it that way. Specifically, I am your maid."

"All right."

In Yang Mingzhi's impression, maids are a high-paying job. Only in the feudal era, maids were pitiful. Now that the Soviet Union has changed everything, the profession of "maid" still has its demand, so this is called

Anne's maid is also an employee of a state-owned enterprise and receives a considerable monthly salary.

This woman was dressed plainly, with her blond hair tied into pigtails and tied at the back of her head. The typical maid outfit that Yang Mingzhi believed only existed in primary and secondary schools across the league and was a uniform for girls. But real maids wore

She was clearly wearing traditional Russian women's casual clothes. The rolled up sleeves and the mop in the corner proved her identity.

The woman was obviously late, and Captain Larin had to criticize: "Comrade, you should answer Comrade General as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry, I...I was just rinsing the mop."

There was a trace of fear on the woman's cheek. Haha, you are not afraid of me as a general, but on the contrary, you are like a frightened rabbit to some senior personnel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Since she was a maid, Yang Mingzhi deliberately asked more questions, even some that would make the woman unhappy.

"Comrade Androva..."

"You can just call me Annie."

"Okay, Comrade Anne. You don't look young. How old are you? How many life skills do you have?" Halfway through the words, Yang Mingzhi pulled his wife to his side and put his hands on her shoulders. "This is my wife, maybe

You can be friends."

The maid could not tell that the general in front of her had any intention of putting on airs, so her attitude was naturally very easy-going.

"I am 30 years old and have a daughter. My husband joined the army and died for the country."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Your husband is a hero."

"But he sacrificed, and I have to work for my children. My daughter is temporarily raised by my sister. They went to the east, and I will stay here to earn as much money as possible. I hope that my future efforts will be appreciated by you.

affim."
Chapter completed!