There Is a Maid at Home

"Sir." "Mr. Huang." "Mr. Xiaojun, wake up." Huh? What's going on? It's daylight? As I stood up, I slowly opened my eyes and saw a woman standing in front of me. "Ah, you're awake. Good morning." I habitually replied: "Morning." "The weather is nice today. Breakfast is ready. Change your clothes and come to the living room." "Ah? Yeah." I responded, looking at her face and thinking: Who is this beautiful sister? The woman saw my confused face and asked, "Is there any problem?" "Huh? No, that..." "Hehe, it seems that Mr. Xiaojun is still asleep. Why don't you go wash your face first?" How come you even know my name? I should live alone. "Excuse me?" "Ah, what's wrong?" "Is there something wrong with the way I woke you up?" "No, no, that's not the case." "But Mr. Huang, you don't look very 'happy'. My job is to make the master happy. If something is not done well, you must tell me." "Happiness?" By the way, I remembered who she was: "Sorry, it seems I was really sleepy." "Hehe, let me see if Mr. Xiaojun is awake now?" "What?" "Tell me what my name is." "Good morning, Tang Xin." "Well, good morning, Mr. Xiaojun." When I was alone in this small home, I never imagined that I would be like this. That day, meeting her completely changed my life.