My Daughter Is a Confinement Nanny

"What are you talking about? Your father and I worked hard to train you until you graduate from college, and you say you want to be a confinement nanny?" Zhang Lianxiang looked in disbelief and shouted at his daughter Meng Qianqian. "Mom, please be patient! What happened to being a confinement nanny? Don't bring your old ideas into the new era. Wait until I tell you the benefits of being a confinement nanny!" Meng Qianqian became calm despite the gentle rain. "Being a confinement nanny, you get a high salary; you can hold your baby and put her to sleep; you can chat with her mother; you can feed her milk powder and sing tunes; the wind doesn't blow and the sun doesn't shine; you can be free and have a good attitude..." Meng Qianqian began to flutter. "Okay, okay..." Zhang Lianxiang waved her hands repeatedly: "What you say is better than what you sing. I don't agree with anything you say, Lao Meng, Lao Meng... I'm going to be pissed off by your daughter!" Zhang Lianxiang's tone was filled with tears. "It's okay if you don't agree, then I'll go into the factory and make screws..." Meng Qianqian was expressionless.