"Oh my god, you actually feed malted milk powder to dogs?!"
He glanced at Tan Yumiao standing at the door.
Why should anyone else tell her how she uses her own things?
"Tsk tsk! You're being so wasteful. You're feeding a dog malted milk powder. I think you treat it better than your own mother."
The other educated youths in the courtyard also craned their necks to look in this direction.
"A dog is a dog, and sometimes people are not as good as dogs."
My malted milk powder is my own decision.
What, you're not giving it malted milk powder, but milk instead?
Do you have one?
As Jiang Wenwan spoke, she picked up a bowl from the side and shoved it in front of her.
Without needing to say a word, the meaning was too obvious, which infuriated Hu Qinghua to the point of jumping up and down.
"Jiang Wenwan, you've gone too far."
Jiang Wenwan held the bowl and smiled.
How did I go too far?
Did I curse at you, or hit you?
Hu Qinghua was so angry she almost cried.
"You, you insulted me."
Seeing her like this made Jiang Wenwan even happier. It was definitely the right thing to bring the original female lead from that piece of crap book to the countryside. At least it would provide some amusement.
“Tell me how I insulted you.”
Hu Qinghua's face turned red with anger.
"You, you insulted me!"
What did I say to you?
When Jiang Wenwan asked, she replied casually:
You called me a dog!
"Are you?"
Hu Qinghua's chest heaved with anger, her face turning red. How could Jiang Wenwan be so annoying!
She turned and left, her face dark with anger.
Tan Yumiao blinked and smiled at Jiang Wenwan.
"Hehe, I just came to take a look out of curiosity."
Maddie sat on a small stool, watching them silently.
"Why aren't you cooking? What are you doing messing with her?"
It's her own stuff, she can do whatever she wants with it, it's none of your business.
Oh dear, this malted milk powder actually smells pretty good. Ugh, what a spendthrift old woman!
He muttered the last sentence in a low voice, glancing at Jiang Wenwan and the others.
"Ring ring ring!"
The sound of a bicycle bell outside the educated youth settlement immediately attracted the attention of everyone there.
Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran outside; it was the postman coming.
Hu Qinghua was the first to ask:
"Is there any letter for me?"
“Hu Zhiqing, there is a letter for you.”
The postman handed her a letter, then handed another one to Jiang Wenwan, who was walking behind him, and said:
“Jiang Zhiqing, here’s another one for you.”
Jiang Wenwan is just here for the fun of things. Zhou Yunting is here, so who would still write her a letter?
Unexpectedly, there really was a letter from her, and my first reaction was to glance at Zhou Yunting.
If he's here, could he be the original owner's grandparents?
After receiving the letter, she looked at the address on it, Tang City, paused, and frowned.
It must be Zhang Cuifen from over there. What could she possibly say in her letter to herself?
Upon opening the envelope, they found a letter inside, indeed written by Zhang Cuifen, the original owner's biological mother.
When she had free time, she used her mother's blood to have her DNA tested in the space laboratory, which proved that they were biological mother and daughter.
It's really disappointing.
She glanced at the letter today; it seemed to mean that the family was out of money and hoped she could send some home.
Oh, and there's the amount too. Just mail it for two hundred.
Jiang Wenwan silently put the letter back into the envelope. When she went back to the pot and saw that the fire was almost out, she casually threw the letter under the pot.
It can even start a fire, so it's not entirely useless.
Tan Yumiao's envious voice could be heard from outside.
"Hu Zhiqing, your parents are so good to you. They sent you another thirty yuan."
Sigh, my parents haven't been sending me money much lately. If they remember to send me twenty yuan during Chinese New Year, that's already a good thing.
Jiang Wenwan, who was squatting under the pot tending the fire, glanced at Hu Qinghua in the courtyard with a smug look.
"Oh dear, they say that if you have a stepmother, you'll have a stepfather. Luckily, my father loves me and doesn't let my stepmother mistreat me. Otherwise, I would have nowhere to cry."
This is truly an ugly face. With this kind of portrayal of the female lead, the author must have had their brain slammed in a door.
As expected, that letter was only good for starting a fire.
Zhu Xiaomin came in carrying a package.
"Wanwan, look! My mom mailed me so much food."
Jiang Wenwan saw her carrying a bundle and asked for help; it weighed about thirty pounds.
"This is really heavy."
Zhu Xiaomin grinned from ear to ear, opening the bundle to reveal red dates, brown sugar, donkey rolls, sugar-coated sesame cakes, pea flour cakes, honey twists, malted milk powder, and various tickets, among other things.
Tan Yumiao stood at the door and looked over, clicking her tongue in amazement.
"Zhu Zhiqing, I never expected that you would be the one with the best conditions among us educated youth."
Compared to these, the foreign chocolates that Jiang Zhiqing brought before are simply no match!
After saying that, he asked Jiang Wenwan:
"Jiang Zhiqing, your boyfriend didn't write to you this time?"
Jiang Wenwan genuinely thought Tan Yumiao was a 'very good' girl!
Every time she speaks, she has to subtly provoke or belittle others; it's truly astounding.
"Tan Zhiqing, why are you asking about my boyfriend?"
He's a soldier, you know. You're asking about military movements? You wouldn't be up to something, would you?
These words sent a chill down Tan Yumiao's spine.
"Don't talk nonsense. I was just asking casually. I'm a good person."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and left in fright. Zhu Xiaomin gave Jiang Wenwan a thumbs up.
"You're amazing! Here, have some delicious food."
By the way, these won't break, will they?
"How about we don't cook lunch and just eat this?"
Jiang Wenwan picked up an egg and cracked four eggs into a bowl.
"I can eat this with you, but there's someone else whose meal I need to cook. I'll just make some simple fried rice!"
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