She didn't want any of the furniture or the house that originally belonged to Pian Tou—she thought it was dirty.

Then, with the money, they wanted to leave this place.

Shen Junmei naturally wanted to follow her.

But Zhao Di refused, saying, "Mom, even if you humble yourself again, I won't give you a single penny more of my money, and I won't take care of you in your old age. I'm leaving for a big city. If you stay with me, I'll find a place to sell you."

Unexpectedly, Shen Junmei said, "It's alright, Zhaodi. I just want to look at you a few more times. I don't want your money. If you ever want to sell me, I won't blame you. If I can use the money to give you a good life, I'll feel like my worthless life was sold for a reason!"

Zhao Di: "..."

However, before leaving, she still wanted to see Ruan Jiaojiao one more time.

It was at this moment that Shen Junmei saw her son, Jindan.

Shen Junmei and Zhao Di had just arrived at Ruan Jiaojiao's doorstep and hadn't even had a chance to call out when the Fu family, who lived next door, returned from work.

Behind the two old men was a little black radish-headed boy carrying a basket almost half his size on his back, filled with wild vegetables. Who else could it be but Jin Dan?

"Mom! Sister!"

The golden egg wept with joy.

He ran over excitedly.

Because he was in such a hurry, he tripped and fell to the ground, then quickly got up and ran over.

Zhao Di took a step back, and Shen Junmei felt a mix of emotions.

Golden Egg... has become sensible.

"Mom, you're back! Sis, how are you feeling?"

The little golden egg has learned to care about people too.

“It’s fine,” Zhao Di replied.

Jin Dan smiled and said, "That's good. Sis, take care of yourself, eat well, you're too thin, you need to take better care of yourself."

Zhao Di was stunned for a moment, somewhat unable to believe that this was the same mischievous little brother who had beaten and kicked her since childhood.

But he was actually standing right in front of her.

"Mom, this time you're back...can you...can you stay a few more days?"

He knew that his parents could never go back to the way things were, so he didn't expect Shen Junmei to go back to the way things were; he just wanted to see Shen Junmei more often.

Shen Junmei did not speak.

Jin Dan forced a smile and said, "No, it's okay, it's fine to stay a little longer. Mom, I recently learned how to fry eggs, it's the first dish I've ever learned, can I make it for you?"

Shen Junmei said, "No need, I'll go eat at Ruan Jiaojiao's."

"...Okay, alright, Auntie's cooking is definitely better than mine, Mom, you should eat more, eat more... Don't be angry, being angry is bad for your health..."

Between the two, the one who used to nag changed from Shen Junmei to Jin Dan.

However, that evening, Jin Dan still made scrambled eggs and delivered them to Shen Junmei.

This was the most successful scrambled eggs he had ever made; they didn't burn, and the eggs were incredibly tender, melting in his mouth.

"I'm not eating it. Take it back to yourselves."

But Shen Junmei refused.

"I've already eaten with Grandpa and Grandma. Mom, I have something to do, so I'll leave now. You eat, eat more!"

He was afraid that if he stayed too long, Shen Junmei would stop eating, so he quickly ran away.

Watching the golden egg leave, everyone felt a mix of emotions.

Fate plays tricks on us; belated affection is rottener than grass.

Everyone hopes for a "what if," but "what if" is the most absurd dream in the world.

If only Golden Egg had matured earlier...

If Shen Junmei had woken up sooner...

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

You have finished reading this chapter of "Transmigrating into a 70s Novel by the Great Author Lin Moxi: The Rough Man's Little Darling Cried Again" (Please click to continue reading the next chapter!).