Zhou Jiao, facing her father's worried face, was at a loss for words, "I haven't thought it through yet. This job is like a woman's second marriage, finding a suitable family is not that easy. I need to look around and ask more. Dad, why don't you help me find a family?"
Zhou Xiaozheng looked at his daughter, her small face serious but joking, and laughed heartily once more, "Alright, then tell me, do you have any idea? And what is our Jiao Jiao good at?"
Zhou Jiao immediately mimicked him, curling her lips slightly, glancing sideways, proudly raising an eyebrow, "Oh, good at? There's a lot. Master of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; unparalleled in needlework. There's no musical instrument in the world your girl can't play. Your girl can speak eloquently, fluent in five languages. How about that? Old man, your girl isn't bad, huh?"
