After saying that, she leaned on her cane and slunk away.

Lin Wanqiu watched her retreating figure, her heart not at all at ease. She knew that Old Madam Shen would definitely not let this go and would come looking for trouble again in the future.

"Mom..." Nian'an tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Is Grandma angry? Will she stop liking me in the future?"

Lin Wanqiu squatted down, patted his head, and said gently, "No, Nian'an didn't do anything wrong. It was Grandma who was wrong. If Grandma ever makes you steal again, just tell Mom, okay? We should be upright and honest, and we can't steal other people's things, not even our own family members."

Nian'an nodded as if she understood, her little hands tightly hugging Lin Wanqiu's neck: "Mom, I'll listen to you. I'll never go with Grandma to get things again."

Lin Wanqiu felt a warmth in her heart and carried Nian'an into the house. She knew that the most important thing now was to improve their lives as soon as possible and make themselves and Nian'an stronger so that they wouldn't be bullied by others.

She went into the inner room, closed the door, and with a thought, entered the space. The warehouse inside was still the same size, filled with all sorts of supplies. She walked to the grain section, looked at the bags of snow-white flour, and an idea came to her.

Tomorrow, she will make a batch of steamed buns so that Nian'an can have a good meal, and also to show those gossipers that Lin Wanqiu is capable of supporting herself and her son, that she doesn't need to rely on others' charity, and that she will not be bullied by Old Lady Shen.

She took out a small bag of flour and a few eggs, intending to make steamed buns for Nian'an the next morning. Just as she put the things into the basket, she heard Zhang Lan's voice from the courtyard gate: "Wanqiu, are you home? Mom asked me to come and get some things."

Lin Wanqiu frowned. Zhang Lan was just like Old Lady Shen, a persistent ghost. She hid the basket, walked out, and said coldly, "Sister-in-law, is there something you need? There's nothing in my house you can take."

Zhang Lan said with a forced smile, "Wanqiu, you're being too polite. We're all family, why are you talking about yours and mine? Mom said you hid some good stuff and asked me to get some for the kids. Look, Daqiang and Erqiang haven't had a proper meal in days, you can't just watch them go hungry, can you?"

Lin Wanqiu sneered inwardly. Zhang Lan's two sons, Daqiang and Erqiang, were always out stealing chickens and dogs; how could they possibly go hungry? She was trying to steal things like Old Lady Shen.

She deliberately sighed, "Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's just that my family doesn't have anything good. You see, Nian'an and I drink sweet potato porridge every day, and sometimes we don't even have enough sweet potatoes. If we had something good, I would have taken it out and shared it with the children long ago, why would I hide it?"

Zhang Lan didn't believe it at all, her eyes scanning the room as if trying to find something: "Wanqiu, stop pretending. Mom saw it all, you have steamed buns in your room. If you don't take them out, it means you don't consider us family!"

Lin Wanqiu's face darkened: "Sister-in-law, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Whether we have steamed buns or not, you can find them yourself. If you find them, I'll offer them to you with both hands. If you can't find them, you'd better apologize to me, or I'll go to the brigade headquarters and report you for defaming me!"

Zhang Lan was intimidated by her imposing manner and dared not rummage through the things anymore. She snorted, "Fine, you win! I won't argue with you! Wait until Mom gets here, then we'll see what you have to say!"

After saying that, she turned and left.

Lin Wanqiu closed the door, her anger still simmering. She knew that Old Madam Shen and Zhang Lan would definitely come looking for trouble again. She had to find a way as soon as possible to free herself and Nian'an from the Shen family's control and allow them to live a better life.

She returned to her spatial dimension, looked at the supplies inside, and made a plan in her mind. Tomorrow, she would not only make steamed buns, but also secretly use the seeds from her spatial dimension to plant some vegetables in the yard. This way, she could not only improve her life, but also deceive others, making them think that everything she had was grown by herself, not something that appeared out of thin air.

She took out some vegetable seeds and fertilizer, preparing to plant them in the yard the next morning. Just as she finished preparing, she heard Nian'an calling from outside, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Lin Wanqiu quickly stepped out of the space, hugged Nian'an, and said, "Nian'an, be good. Mom will cook you sweet potato porridge now. Tomorrow morning, Mom will make you steamed buns, okay?"

Nian'an's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "Great! I want to eat white steamed buns! Thank you, Mom!"

Seeing her son's happy face, Lin Wanqiu secretly vowed to make sure Nian'an lived a good life and never let him suffer again.

The next morning, Lin Wanqiu got up early to make steamed buns. Using flour and eggs from her spatial storage, she made a large pot of fragrant steamed buns. As soon as they came out of the pot, an enticing aroma filled the entire courtyard.

Smelling the aroma, Nian'an ran to the kitchen doorway, staring longingly at the steamed buns in the pot: "Mom, the steamed buns smell so good! Can I have one?"

Lin Wanqiu smiled and took out a steamed bun, handing it to him: "Of course. Try it, is it good?"

Nian'an took the steamed bun, took a big bite, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face: "Delicious! Mom, this steamed bun is much tastier than sweet potato!"

Lin Wanqiu was also happy to see her son so cheerful. Just as she was about to give Nian'an another steamed bun, she heard a commotion coming from the courtyard gate.

When she went out of the kitchen, she saw that Grandma Shen and Zhang Lan, along with several children, were blocking the gate of the yard, their eyes fixed on the steamed buns in the pot.

"Lin Wanqiu! You really did hide something good!" Old Mrs. Shen pointed at the steamed buns in the pot and shouted, "Take the steamed buns out and share them with us! Otherwise, I'll report you to the brigade headquarters!"

Lin Wanqiu sneered inwardly; it had finally happened. She picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and deliberately said loudly, "This steamed bun was made with flour I bought with my own savings. Why should I share it with you? If you want some, go buy some yourselves!"

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