In the fish head soup pot, there was a slight splash of water, and the house was filled with fragrance.

Wen Xin walked in and stood for a while, her mind in a mess. She sniffed, reached out to take down the fabric handbag hanging on the wall, and the messy books on the cabinet, and put them into the bag casually.

While pretending, she secretly calmed down. She was just irritated by what he said about canceling her household registration.

Thinking about it now, it was a big mistake! Why is she arguing with him? How can an egg not break when it hits a stone? How could I have the money to confront him head-on? The result is that I gained nothing but was filled with anger, and there might be a lot of troubles to come.

Once she analyzed the pros and cons, she felt a little regretful.

I was so uneasy that I didn't even notice I had stuffed the seasoning bottle into my bag. I couldn't beat him in the argument, so I wanted to return the watch to him, but when I took it off, I threw it away. Did I feel relieved at that time if I threw it away? Well, I felt relieved, but now I feel a little uncomfortable and scared. He wouldn't be really angry and humiliated, right?

What should I do if my account is really cancelled? When she threw the watch, she clearly noticed that there was something wrong with the way he looked at her. Now that she thinks about it, she was a bit cowardly.

She dumped the packed bag on the table and stared at it, wondering why she had to use force when she could have outsmarted them. She knew that he was the kind of person who responded to soft words and not hard ones. He could only be coaxed and not yelled at. A head-on confrontation would only bring trouble to herself and would be useless.

Impulsiveness lowers people’s IQ!

Before she could calm down, Gu Qingtong walked in.

When Wen Xin saw that it was her, she stood up and walked to the stove in a concealed manner. Gu Qingtong looked at her with a slight smile on his face.

"Do you regret it? You almost pissed me off." Gu Qingtong looked at Wen Xin, who was acting awkwardly. Her eyes were red from crying, like a rabbit. She thought the man was a good guy who could protect this little white rabbit. It would be a pity to lose him. "He came to see you, right?"

Wen Xin leaned against the corner of the table, looking at the pot next to her that was simmering on a low fire and emitting smoke, and pursed her lips and said, "I don't know, I'm not that familiar with him."

"Are you crying because you're not familiar with each other?" Wen Xin had fair skin and any slight red marks could be seen. Gu Qingtong glanced at her silent face and handed over the watch in his hand.

"Hey, I've got it back for you. Don't be so willful next time. Talk to him nicely. Men need to be coaxed. Once they're coaxed, they'll listen to you in everything. This means he said, whether you want it or not, just throw it away. I'm giving it to you now, and you can deal with it yourself."

Wen Xin looked at the watch. In her eyes, it might not be that good-looking. Compared with the famous watches of later generations, it was just so-so. But because it was given to different people, it became precious.

She looked at it for a while before reaching out to take it. She immediately saw the scratches on the dial. It must have rubbed against the stone slab when it fell. She didn't use much force and touched it with a bit of heartache.

Gu Qingtong looked at her and shook his head slightly. People in love, what rationality and brains do they have?

"Has he left?" Wen Xin looked at her watch and asked casually.

"No, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have left. Kyoto is so far away from here, it's not easy to come here. Wen Xin, feelings are not a joke. If you think you won't regret it after breaking up, then I won't say anything."

Wen Xin turned around. She had never thought about whether she would regret breaking up or not. But if after breaking up, he got together with the heroine Song Qian, or if there was a rumor that he was going to get married, then she would definitely feel uncomfortable and unable to sleep. Would she... regret it?

"Think about it yourself. I'm going to get busy." There were several tables outside, and Gu Qingtong couldn't leave for too long.

…

Kyoto Military District Compound.

Since Wen Xin left, no one has cleaned up the Yan family's house. Although the guards can send Yan Miaomiao to school, Yan Miaomiao has been clamoring for several days, wanting Wen Xin to send her, and also wants fruit-flavored water, fun lunch boxes and snacks. He Wenyan also has to go to work, so she is too busy to handle everything.

They had no choice but to hire another nanny, a woman in her forties who had a son and a daughter and whose husband had died of illness. She was good at housework and was very hardworking, but the food she made was far from warm. In this era, the cooking skills of housewives were mostly just to satisfy basic needs. As for the taste, there was no ingredient that could make anything taste good, so it was fine as long as it was edible.

Although the nanny had worked in other people's homes for half a year, the food she cooked was either lacking in oil or salt. There was no shortage of meat in the Yan family's refrigerator, and the canteen logistics would deliver a few pieces of fresh beef, mutton and pork every two or three days, but the nanny seemed reluctant to use the food to cook. There were only two or three pieces on the plate each time, and only after He Wenyan told her to do so would she stir-fry the food. The stewed and stir-fried food was a world of difference from the food Wen Xin cooked at home. The meat was overcooked and hard, and it was incomparable to the crispy, fragrant and soft meat that Wen Xin used to cook.

It is true that you cannot tell the difference without comparison. At this time, He Wenyan missed Wen Xin especially much. How could this child suddenly pass away when he was fine? There is still no news since then.

Yan Weiguo hasn't been home for half a month and has been very busy every day. He Wenyan called him several times and said he would be back tonight.

So she got off work early, asked the nanny to prepare a table of dishes, and she also cooked Yan Weiguo's favorite twice-cooked pork herself. Wen Xin made it once when she first came, and Weiguo praised her at that time. He Wenyan later learned from Wen Xin, and Wen Xin also taught her how to make it very patiently. She put homemade red oil bean paste, a basket of green peppers, and some green garlic sprouts. When it was out of the pot, the twice-cooked pork was bright red and attractive, and the meat slices were fat and lean.

I picked up a piece of shiny meat, and when I put it in my mouth, it was tender and delicious, fat but not greasy...

He Wenyan followed Wen Xin's instructions step by step, but it didn't taste as delicious and amazing as last time. She didn't know which step went wrong, but it was satisfactory overall.

The nanny next to her kept praising her, "Madam, your cooking skills are really good. This meat dish is so delicious."

Only He Wenyan shook her head, thinking that it was far from enough. She thought that if she could have Wen Xin's craftsmanship, perhaps Yan Weiguo would come back more often.

It was past seven o'clock, after dark, when Yan Weiguo came back. He took off his coat, washed up and sat down. He Wenyan kept talking to him with a smile on her face, but she only responded with a few "hmm". Finally, he said, "Okay, let's eat." and ended the topic.

When the nanny put the last of the carrot soup on the table, she thought of something and quickly took out a letter from her apron pocket.

"Madam, when I was cleaning the room this afternoon, I swept out a letter from under the cabinet." The nanny is living in the same room where Wen Xin used to live.

"Your room?" That was the warm room. He Wenyan put down her chopsticks, glanced at the envelope folded by the nanny, and reached out to take it. There was no word written on the cover, no signature, it was blank.

She thought about it and thought that the letter might have been placed on the cabinet. The window was not closed on the day Wen Xin left, and the wind was strong, which blew the envelope under the cabinet.

He Wenyan paused for a moment, then opened the envelope. There was only a thin piece of paper inside, which she pulled out.

This is a medical examination form issued by their hospital. The name is Wen Xin, and everything else is normal. However, this kind of medical examination form is usually only needed during marriage check-ups. She doesn't quite understand what Wen Xin meant by putting this in the envelope. Did she forget to take it with her when she left?

Yan Weiguo, who was sitting next to her, stopped eating, glanced at the envelope in her hand, and asked, "Is this from Comrade Xiao Wen?"

He Wenyan smiled and said, "Yes, it's an experience report from our hospital. I guess Wen Xin dropped it when she left and didn't take it with her." After saying that, she was about to put the list back into the envelope.

Yan Weiguo put down the cutlery in his hand, thought for a moment, then reached out with a serious expression and took the report.

He Wenyan was stunned for a moment, but still gave him the list and explained: "Looking at the time, it seems to be the day before Wen Xin passed away. The child left quietly and did not return to the Wen family. I don't know where she went." She glanced at Yan Weiguo's expression. He Wenyan was not stupid. The reason why Wen Xin left was not unrelated to the letter that Yan Weiguo asked her to deliver the day before.

But the father and son of the Yan family kept their mouths shut and were like an ironclad kingdom. She couldn't pry a single word out of them. At first she wondered if it was a problem with Wen Xin's work style, but when she looked at the list just now, it clearly stated at the end: tight, no looseness, no cracks, and in good condition.

This shouldn't be a work style issue, it could be related to the Wen family's affairs, but why did he give the letter to Wen Xin and ask her for an explanation? He Wenyan couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Yan Weiguo looked at it for a while, put the list and envelope aside, frowned and remained silent for a long time before sighing and saying, "This is the explanation Comrade Xiao Wen gave me. It seems that I misunderstood her."

…

Wen Xin was worried and didn't sleep well at night. She didn't want to stay with Gu Qingtong in the morning, so she went to prepare the materials and asked Old Man Wei to watch the fire. She ran to the city center of Longshi and took the ring tram from Lanqiao to Liujiadu, and then to Caogong Road.

Whenever she came across a black market, she would disguise herself and sneak in, wander around, buy a lot of soybeans and sesame seeds, take away half of the oil, and then sell it on the spot at half the price or even lower. It was all bought in the blink of an eye.

Oil also sold very quickly. Now a family only had half a pound of edible oil tickets, and they were all fixed in quantity. There was only so much, and it was not sold outside, so people had to be very frugal when eating. If it was not enough, they had to buy fatty meat. So when they saw someone selling oil and they didn't want oil tickets, but could use other tickets or grain tickets to pay for it, and it was cheaper than the market price, they definitely couldn't miss it. The half a pound or the whole pound would be sold out in no time.

It cannot be said that people of this generation are not smart, it’s just that they don’t have the awareness to make money.

Wen Xin was different. She would go to any crowded place with two 2-kg oil cans and randomly pick a chubby older sister who looked like she had some meat. She would then quietly ask her, "Sister, do you want some sesame oil or soybean oil? No oil coupons required, it's cheap."

The older sister immediately widened her eyes and stared at her, "Do you have it? How much?" She almost always answered correctly every time she asked. Sometimes, two people would come and buy up all the four pounds that she had. After selling all the Wen Xin, she would load another four pounds from the system. She looked at the people on the street, almost all of them were potential customers, basically walking gold coins. It was a pity that there were not enough beans on the black market, otherwise this oil would really be easy to sell.

She shopped for the whole morning and her pockets were bulging. She didn't count, but she probably made about 150 or 160 yuan. She made money and felt much better. She thought to herself that even if that bad guy Yan cancelled her account, she could still live a good life.

She would go out like this every few days, not every day in a month, but maybe eight or ten times. By the time of the college entrance examination, she might have become a millionaire.

It was a great thought. Money was not hard to make in this day and age. Wen Xin took the money and ran to the largest central shopping mall in Longzhou, where ready-made clothes were sold.

As soon as I entered, the impact of the images of that era hit me in the face, and I suddenly felt that I had really traveled through time and space, just like opening a yellowed photo, and the people in the photo moved, and Wen Xin was now one of them.

Soon she swam into the sea and squeezed in with these people. Like everyone else, she shouted to the salesperson, "I want this one. How much is it? How many tickets?"

Others happily bought sweaters, leather shoes, and pants and short coats for their families.

Wen Xin: “…”

I don't like any of them. These clothes are too ugly. They will make me lose face if I wear them. I want to take one back for processing but I don't know how to modify it.

In the end, she only bought a few pairs of nylon socks and spent two industrial tickets for oil. These were the best quality socks in the shopping mall. Wen Xin was holding the women's nylon socks, 86 cents a pair, and she didn't know how to complain. She could only wear them as is, as she couldn't make socks.

I ran to a dim sum restaurant in the afternoon and ordered a big bowl of curry beef and mutton soup for only 60 cents. Pan-fried buns, four per serving, only cost 20 cents. She ate the golden and crispy buns and drank the beef soup. The buns were full of broth and had a rich flavor. It tasted good and she had a very filling meal.

When leaving, I asked for some red bean paste rice cake and square cake and took them back to the two elderly people in the Wei family as breakfast. When I came across a meat stall, I bought half a pound of pork ribs. If you want to be beautiful, you should drink more soup, and pork rib soup is very delicious.

It was almost night when Wen Xin came back from the car and entered the Wei family with things in her hands. The neighbors were all cooking. Seeing Wen Xin sending large and small bags of things to the Wei family every day, including pork ribs, they were all envious. There were not many generous relatives these days, and every family could not afford meat. Naturally, the Wei family had meat for every meal when this little girl came.

As soon as she entered, she saw the house was busy and full of heat. Old man Wei had also returned today and was setting the table.

There were several dishes on the table.

"Uncle Wei, what day is today? Why are there so many delicious foods?" Wen Xin took a look with a smile. There were large slices of beef, sausages that are hard to buy nowadays, and various other cooked foods.

"Are you back? There are guests at home."

"guest?"

At this time, a person came out from the kitchen.

"Let me introduce you. This is the leader of our Shunzi's group. He came here specially to deliver a letter to Shunzi, and also came to see us." Old Man Wei said happily.

Wen Xin looked at Yan Zeyang who came out of the kitchen after washing his hands. They were silent for a moment. He stood straight, his eyes were as dark as ink, his cheeks were slightly pulled back, and he was looking at Wen Xin with a heavy gaze. It was as if time had stopped.