With her complete dedication to studying... how could she still have time to learn housework, and be so proficient at it?
No, wait, Lynn had said her parents didn't allow her to waste study time. So when did she learn housework, and how did she do it?
With her level of proficiency, Hermione truly didn't believe she didn't do housework often.
Holding two rags, she took off her slippers at the room door and walked to her desk. As Hermione wiped the desk, she casually asked Lynn.
"Lynn, you're so professional at housework. Did your parents teach you?"
Lynn naturally took the other rag from Hermione's hand and turned to carefully wipe the windowsill.
"I taught myself from books."
"Oh," Hermione nodded knowingly, not feeling surprised.
After all, when Lynn was in the Hogwarts Library, she would read books one by one from the shelves, equally "not letting go" of any book, no matter what it was about or whether it was useful to her.
One could say she relied on her quick thinking, strong memory, and short rest periods to engage in supersaturated learning.
"Then you," Hermione paused slightly, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "when did you usually do housework at home?"
Lynn quickly wiped the windowsill clean and was already preparing to climb onto it to clean the window.
"After school, after holidays."
Hermione frowned, about to look up and ask her, wasn't her study time scheduled to fill all hours except eating and sleeping? So how did she squeeze in time for housework? According to her parents' rule of not wasting study time, wasn't this contradictory?
But as she looked up, she saw Lynn already had one foot on the windowsill, ready to climb up the next second.
Hermione's brows twitched violently. The windowsill in her room wasn't low. Immediately, she didn't even care about wiping the table, dropped the rag, and ran behind Lynn in a few quick steps, supporting her waist.
"Don't wipe the window! Get down quickly!"
Lynn heard Hermione's words, slowly lowered the foot she had on the windowsill, and looked back at her.
"Don't wipe the window?"
"No!" Hermione shook her head firmly.
"Alright," Lynn nodded, her gaze calmly shifting to Hermione's bed, "Shall I help you change the sheets and duvet cover?"
Hermione was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
Lynn only walked towards Hermione's bed after getting permission, reaching out to unfold her duvet and prepare to remove the old cover.
Watching Lynn's fluid movements, Hermione sighed helplessly in her heart. This girl's rigid and meticulous manner was both adorable and heartbreaking; politeness and etiquette were practically etched into her bones.
Following along, Hermione helped Lynn remove the duvet cover, then turned to open her room's wardrobe and took out a new duvet cover and bedsheet.
Lynn took the duvet cover and changed it in a flash, before Hermione could even get her hands on it. Hermione silently changed her bedsheet, and Lynn seamlessly spread the new one.
With Lynn's professional-level abilities, the two of them finished tidying the room in a mere sixteen minutes. Hermione pulled Lynn to sit on her bed, then focused on wiping the sweat from Lynn's forehead and neck with a tissue.
"Lynn, don't you usually spend all your time studying except for sleeping and eating? So where do you find time to do housework?"
Lynn explained expressionlessly and emotionlessly, "Housework and studying can be done simultaneously. You can just recite knowledge points while doing chores."
"Anyway, you need to check if you've memorized the knowledge points firmly, so you might as well recite them while doing housework. If you can focus on housework without making mistakes in reciting knowledge points, doesn't that prove you've learned them as muscle memory? That's true mastery."
The woman handed the broom to the expressionless girl in front of her. Her own daughter had cleaning abilities no less than a professional, even better than a cleaning robot, so why spend tens of thousands of yuan on a cleaning robot?
Anyway, her daughter would ensure her grades didn't drop.
Gently pinching Lynn's cheek, Hermione felt an indescribable heartache.
So Lynn's parents not only forced her to study constantly, but even relied on Lynn for daily life?
Then what did they provide Lynn? Probably only material things, money... An unidentifiable bitterness filled Hermione's heart, but thankfully, Mrs. Granger's words interrupted her thoughts in time.
"Hermione, Lynn, dinner's ready."
Hearing Mrs. Granger's call, Hermione took a deep breath, stood up, and led Lynn out of the room, "Come on, let's go downstairs for dinner."
"Okay," Lynn nodded without any expression, following Hermione downstairs.
Four place settings were already laid out on the dining table, and a sumptuous dinner was also on the table.
Lynn paused as she looked at the tableware and food on the table, then her brain quickly reacted, concluding that Mrs. Granger must have made it.
Sitting down at the dining table with Hermione, Lynn placed her hands flat on her lap and waited quietly. Next to her, Hermione, who hadn't tasted her mother's cooking for a whole semester, was already eagerly picking up her knife and fork. Noticing that Lynn was still sitting primly, she turned to her in confusion.
Lynn remained calmly seated, and only after Mr. and Mrs. Granger also sat down and picked up their knives and forks did she reach for her own, which surprised Hermione.
Was this the dining etiquette from Lynn's side? Hermione was curious, but ultimately, her craving for food overcame her curiosity, and Hermione used her knife and fork to pick up a piece of steak and put it on her plate.
Lynn, sitting beside her, began to eat quickly after her initial wait.
Sure enough, Hermione shook her head helplessly and gently reached out to hold Lynn's hand, which was about to put the fork into her mouth.
"Eat slowly, okay? No one rushes you in our house."
Lynn paused, then mechanically lowered her hand holding the fork, "Okay."
Mr. and Mrs. Granger couldn't help but purse their lips, watching this scene. This child really was just as Hermione said, unable to even eat peacefully.
Mrs. Granger gently pushed a small portion of thick soup towards Lynn, "My cooking is quite good, Hermione loves it, so Lynn, can you taste it slowly?"
Lynn looked up, her eyes vacant, at Mrs. Granger, "Okay, thank you, Auntie. I will savor it well."
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