Born in a wasteland of the post-apocalyptic world, Xu Manzhi died in battle and accidentally time-traveled into the body of the real wealthy daughter of the Jiang family in the 70s, sharing the sam...
That special period of time has also passed.
The reform and opening up has set off wave after wave of progress.
The buildings on the street have changed, there are more stalls and shops, and girls are wearing beautiful crystal sandals and colorful clothes. There is also more food available.
"Ice cream! Ice cream for sale!"
A vendor's cry rang out on the street, and a person riding a bicycle passed by the garden, the bell ringing incessantly along the way.
"Uncle, uncle, please stop."
Just then, a small figure burst out of the gate, running wildly after the bicycle, shouting in a childish voice all the way.
The bicycle stopped, and the ice cream lid was opened.
"Little girl, how many ice creams would you like?"
"Two, one for me and one for my brother..."
The little girl smiled sweetly.
After she received the two ice creams, she tore open the wrappers and sipped the cool, sweet treats. When she went inside, she handed the slightly melted ice cream to the man at the table.
"Dad, time for ice cream!"
The shout startled Ling Junye.
His cheeks flushed crimson, his eyes flashed with fierce light, and he glared at the little girl through gritted teeth: "Don't shout nonsense, I haven't even—"
"Dad, eat it, the ice cream is melting."
The little girl couldn't wait to stuff ice cream into her mouth.
Just then, a tall girl walked into the kitchen carrying a bowl of tomato and egg soup. She smiled and said to the little girl, "Jiaojiao, your father has had a stomachache these past few days and can't eat ice cream."
"Hmph, if he won't eat, I'll eat two. Perfect."
The little girl looked at the girl cooking in front of her with hostility.