Growing up in the provincial party committee compound, he never thought of becoming an official, but accidentally became the leader of the bureau. He had a good career and good health, but it was a pity that he was old.

That day, when I opened the door, I saw that the living room was filled with large and small paper boxes. In addition to my husband's books, information and award certificates, they were inside. I understand that “the day” has finally arrived.

On weekdays, my husband’s office is like a specialist’s clinic. There are waves of people “seeing patients”. His food is cold and he doesn’t come home. When he returns home, he is constantly on the phone. Now, I am truly terrified, how will he spend his free time...?

The next morning, I woke up naturally after a long sleep. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t see my husband. When I went downstairs, I saw that the house was turned upside down, and my husband was shirtless and doing "hourly work". On the dining table in the kitchen, there were porridge, steamed buns and boiled eggs, which were the "third items" prepared by my husband. After eating, I quickly hid in the air-conditioned room and read and wrote on the plate.

I consider myself a person who does "big things". I don't know much about housework on weekdays. I used to hire a nanny all year round, but in recent years I have made some progress. I only hire a part-time worker to do hygiene once a week.

I originally thought that my husband, a "part-time worker", was just doing it for fun, but I didn't know that he was addicted to it. Cleaning room after room, cabinets and drawers, and then stretching rags to every corner. I had to work sweatingly until two or three o'clock in the afternoon before finishing the work. It has been more than ten days and I can't stop at all. I thought to myself: My husband is so stupid, doesn’t he know that this housework will never be finished? The key is that they not only do their work more meticulously than professional cleaners, but they also do it cheerfully. I was puzzled.

During lunch, he jokingly asked me, "Madam, how much will I be paid as a part-time worker?", and he also talked to me about the "renovation project" at home. , let him play, I immediately said "yes!"

Currently, the only housework left for me is "spooning". Under normal circumstances, he washes and cuts the vegetables, and when everything is ready, I only take care of the final technical work - taking the spoon.

When I cook, it’s like a prisoner entering a village. Pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are all spread out on the table. My husband has to be busy for a full hour with hygiene after meals.

One day, I came downstairs late, and I saw my husband wearing an apron, flipping through recipes with his cell phone in his left hand, and holding a pot and spoon with his right hand. I rushed forward, grabbed the pot and spoon, and begged my husband with a smile: "Boss, you have stopped working part-time, do you still want to abolish my "martial arts"?" He, who was not good at words, was happy.

Last year my husband was awarded the title of “Provincial Model Worker”, which is the highest honor in his life. Model workers work everywhere, from boss to "hourly worker", from the office to home, there is no gap for them; model workers just love working, this is their true temperament.

There is a rumor on the Internet: 93-year-old former US President Carter has been working as a construction worker since his retirement and fainted at the construction site. After reading it, my husband said: Family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs, no matter how high or low, no matter how big or small, this is the joy of life. Chinese people always want to be the boss and want others to do things first, while foreigners do it themselves. I thought to myself, "What are you talking about me?". I replied in Zhen Huan style: "The leader said it very well."

Walking into the kitchen renovated by my husband, it is neatly arranged and spotless, making it look much more spacious and bright.

Every time I sit at the small table by the window to eat, there are green trees outside the window, and a natural cool breeze blows through the fragrance of the plants. I eat my own delicious meals and have a drink with my husband. It is very satisfying. Comfortable. He always sighs sincerely: "What is a good life? Isn't it just these ordinary bits and pieces."