Lin Qinghuan returned home carrying the tofu and ran into the village chief walking towards her. Lin Qinghuan greeted him with a smile, "Hello, Uncle Village Chief!"

The village chief smiled and nodded. "Qinghuan, your boyfriend sent you a letter. He was worried you didn't have enough money, so he sent you a money order. Come back to the village committee with me now to pick it up, so you don't lose it."

Lin Qinghuan's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she asked with a beaming smile, "Wei Xiao not only sent me a letter, but also wired me money?"

“Yes,” the village chief said.

Lin Qinghuan carried the tofu to the village committee with the village chief. The village chief opened a drawer, took out a letter and a remittance slip, and handed them to Lin Qinghuan.

"Your partner is great; he always thinks of you."

Lin Qing happily accepted the envelope and remittance slip. She paused for a moment when she saw the amount on the remittance slip, then laughed again. "Two hundred and fifty," she thought. "If this were the 21st century, I would definitely suspect that Wei Xiao was secretly cursing me."

"Do you want to call your partner and tell them that you received the money and the letter?" the village chief asked.

Lin Qinghuan smiled slightly shyly, "I'll go back and read the letter, then I'll call him back."

Lin Qinghuan carefully put away the remittance slip, picked up the tofu, took the envelope, and smiled as she said goodbye to the village chief, "Uncle Village Chief, see you later!"

As the village chief watched Lin Qinghuan walk briskly towards the village committee, he sighed, "This girl is getting more and more beautiful. No wonder Wei Xiao took a liking to her."

Lin Qinghuan carried the tofu into the yard, went into the kitchen to put the tofu down, and then ran into the room, eagerly opening the letter to read it.

When Lin Qinghuan saw Wei Xiao write, "I miss you," she also replied in her heart, "I miss you too, Wei Xiao!"

After reading the letter, Lin Qinghuan carefully folded it up and put it away. Then she took out the remittance slip and looked at it. Suddenly, her eyes reddened. Since she came into this world, no one had ever treated her with such care.

Lin Qinghuan glanced at Lin Piaoxue, who was sleeping on the bed, her eyes flashing, and said to Lin Piaoxue, "Lin Piaoxue, go to the convenience store and get half a pound of peanuts."

Lin Piaoxue refused, saying, "I'm not going. Go get it yourself."

Lin Qinghuan's face darkened slightly, and she said coldly, "If you don't go, you won't be eating tonight."

Lin Piaoxue sat up abruptly in anger, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and stormed out of the room.

Lin Qinghuan watched Lin Piaoxue leave the room before carefully hiding the remittance slip.

Lin Qinghuan left the room and went into the kitchen to start cooking.

Lin Piaoxue walked into the kitchen, threw the peanuts on the table, snorted coldly at Lin Qinghuan, and turned to leave.

Lin Qinghuan pursed her lips. She was in a good mood today, so she decided not to argue with Lin Piaoxue.

As soon as Mr. Lin entered the yard, he was drawn by the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. He rushed to the kitchen door and asked Lin Qinghuan, who was busy working inside, "Qinghuan, what delicious food have you made?"

Lin Qinghuan put the peanuts in her hand on the table and replied with a smile, "Dad, I made stir-fried tofu, cabbage and tofu soup, and I also fried a plate of peanuts for you to have with your drinks."

Mr. Lin's eyes narrowed into slits with joy as he said happily, "I'll go wash my hands now and get ready for dinner."

Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Ming said to Lin Qing, "Brother, you stay here and keep watch. I'm going home for dinner."

The ordinary meals Lin Qinghuan cooked tasted much better than those made by her mother. Tonight, there was also tofu and peanuts, and Lin Ming was worried that if he got home late, there wouldn't be any left for him.

Lin Qing was speechless when she saw Lin Ming run off in a flash. It wasn't like she was killing a chicken or duck, why was he in such a hurry to go home for dinner?

When Lin's father saw Lin Ming rushing into the yard, he frowned and said, "Why are you running so fast? Is a dog chasing you?"

"I'm hungry," Lin Ming said.

"If you're hungry, wash your hands and eat," said Lin's father.

Lin's mother called out to the window, "Piaoxue, dinner's ready."

A hint of displeasure appeared on Lin's father's face. Lin Piaoxue had been lying in bed for seven or eight days straight, and even needed to be called to eat. She was too lazy.

Lin's father sat at the table and said to Lin Piaoxue, who had just entered the kitchen, "Piaoxue, the injury on your face has almost healed. You should help with some chores around the house and not let Qinghuan do everything."

Lin Piaoxue knew that her father had a problem with her and she couldn't afford to anger him, or she would suffer the consequences.

"Dad, I understand. Starting tomorrow, I will feed the chickens, wash the dishes, and sweep the floor," Lin Piaoxue said.

Lin's father was slightly surprised that Lin Piaoxue agreed so readily.

Lin's father sipped his wine and ate some peanuts, saying contentedly, "A man who doesn't drink is wasting his life, and a man who doesn't smoke is wasting his life. I'm content as long as I have two puffs of cigarettes and two small cups of wine with each meal."

Lin Piaoxue was unhappy that her father made her do chores, and she couldn't help but retort, "Dad, my eldest brother, second brother, and third brother don't drink or smoke, so they're not men."

Lin Ming and Lin Feng were very unhappy after hearing Lin Piaoxue's words. Did they think cigarettes and alcohol were free?

They work all year round and don't even have a few cents of pocket money. How can they buy things?

"A man should abstain from smoking and drinking before he gets married, or he won't be able to find a wife," Lin's father said matter-of-factly.

Lin Feng looked at Lin Piaoxue and said with a smile, "Piaoxue, all the money in the house has been given to you by Mom. Even if I want to buy cigarettes and alcohol, Mom can't give me any money."

“Second brother, you’re already eighteen. Mom has no obligation to continue supporting you. If you don’t have money to buy cigarettes or alcohol, it’s because you’re incompetent. You can’t blame anyone else,” Lin Piaoxue said.

“I admit I’m not capable. If you are, why did you ask Mom for money? Go out and earn your own money!” Lin Feng retorted.

"Second Brother, how can Lin Piaoxue be incompetent? She's incredibly capable. She knows at least eighty, if not a hundred, men. But I find it strange that not a single man is willing to propose marriage." Lin Ming said, then suddenly realized something and said with a start, "I know! They must have seen through you and know you're a vicious woman, so they're afraid to marry you."

Lin Piaoxue was both ashamed and angry after hearing Lin Ming's words, and almost couldn't help but smash the bowl at Lin Ming.

Lin Qinghuan's eyes flickered. Lin Ming now disliked Lin Piaoxue very much and didn't give her any face at all.

Lin's mother spoke up, "Third son, Piaoxue is your own sister, so say less."

"Mom, you're just spoiling her! Be careful, she might kill you one day," Lin Ming said.

"Third Brother, if you keep talking nonsense and don't watch your words, I'll get angry with you," Lin Piaoxue said coldly.

"I'm not afraid of you. You're weak as a chicken, what can you do to me?" Lin Ming said, looking at Lin Piaoxue with disdain. "Or do you want to use the same tactics you used on Lin Qinghuan on me?"

As soon as Lin Ming finished speaking, Lin Feng, Lin's mother, and Lin's father all looked at Lin Qinghuan.

Lin Qinghuan kept a cold face and buried her head in her food.

Lin Piaoxue said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, you know what I'm talking about, but I'm too guilty to admit it. Having a sister like you is the worst luck I've ever had," Lin Ming said.

"Enough, third son, you're becoming more and more reckless with your words," Lin's mother scolded Lin Ming.

Seeing that the meal was still going on, Lin's father said with a stern face, "Eat your food, even good dishes can't shut you up." He then took another sip of wine.

Lin Piaoxue glared fiercely at Lin Ming, thinking he was becoming more and more annoying.

Lin Qinghuan glanced at Lin Piaoxue, who seemed to have lost her protagonist aura and was gradually being brought back to her original form.

"Dad, don't just drink." Lin Qinghuan said, putting a piece of tofu on her father's plate. "Have some tofu. Widow Wang's tofu is so smooth and tender, it's delicious."

Lin's father nodded with a smile. The tofu made by Widow Wang was indeed good, but her reputation wasn't very good.