Chapter 1 Transmigrated as the Male Supporting Character's Cannon Fodder Mother
Song Xinran never imagined that such a thing would happen to her.
She actually transmigrated into a book, and even became the cannon fodder mother of the male supporting character.
The male supporting character is named Song Yu. His parents died early, and he grew up with his aunt. His family was poor when he was young, and his aunt had her own children, so he had even less to give. He was often hungry and cold and received little love.
Song Yu was a sensible child. Knowing that his family was not well-off, he always worked hard to earn money. At a young age, he knew to collect bottles and sell them as scrap. In the hot summer, he would walk a long way to the scrap yard, but he could only sell them for a few cents. When he came back, he was covered in sweat and his face was sunburned. But before he could even warm the money in his pocket, it was snatched away by his cousin, the child from his aunt's family.
His cousin stole Song Yu's money to buy ice cream and ate it with relish. Song Yu stood by, clutching the corner of his faded clothes, swallowing hard, not daring to say a word. He knew that living at his cousin's house had already cost his aunt a lot of money, and that his cousin would be better off without him.
My uncle favored my cousin, buying him new clothes every year for Chinese New Year, while Song Yu could only wear his cousin's hand-me-downs. Because of malnutrition in his childhood, he was always thinner and smaller than his cousin.
Song Yu grew up in such a family environment. His aunt was weak and his uncle was biased. During his early childhood, when he needed the most care and love, he did not receive enough affection. As a result, when the female lead showed him some kindness, Song Yu secretly fell in love with her.
Later, the female lead and the male lead had a complicated relationship. The female lead was betrayed and hurt, and Song Yu was always the first to appear by her side, comforting and accompanying her, and was always her solid support.
But even this gentle, white moonlight-like second male lead has a dark side. When Song Yu learns that his aunt's family raised him because of the compensation money the factory gave him after his mother's death.
After turning to the dark side, the male supporting character severed ties with his aunt's family and stopped giving them any money, causing his cousin's family to fall apart due to financial disputes.
In the end, Song Yu died saving the female lead, earning plenty of tears from the readers.
No relatives attended Song Yu's funeral because he had severed ties with his aunt's family, who hated him so much that they forbade anyone to mention his name. Song Yu had lost both his parents at a young age and had no other relatives, so he left all alone.
After finishing the novel, Song Xinran launched into a tirade in the comments section, saying, "What era are we living in? Why can't the gentle second male lead be on the table? Does he have to die to become the white moonlight?"
When she woke up, she found herself transmigrated into the novel, more than a decade ahead of the official start of the story. The beloved male supporting character, Song Yu, was only three years old, his father had died two years prior, and his mother had just passed away.
But he's still alive, so he should be considered not dead yet...
Song Xinran touched her hand and thought to herself.
A lingering, aching pain settled in her chest, like an emotion left over from the original owner of the body. Song Xinran silently said to herself, "I will take good care of Song Yu."
As if hearing her promise, the aching pain slowly disappeared, and a gentle breeze caressed her cheek.
Song Xinran couldn't help but cough twice, and then she couldn't help but bend over and cough heavily several times, feeling as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest, and a bitter taste came from her throat.
Song Xinran quickly took a deep breath and finally calmed down a bit. She picked up the water glass next to her and took a sip before she felt a little better.
It seems that the original owner's body is not too different from hers.
Song Xinran once had a healthy body, but an unexpected car accident left her bedridden every day.
Before the car accident, she was a chef, a profession with few women, but Song Xinran was able to become one of the best. Everyone who tasted her food praised her. She had earned enough money and was preparing to open her own restaurant when she encountered an accident while scouting locations.
Her parents cried every day, and Song Xinran didn't want to make them even more heartbroken, so she could only pretend to be strong and cheerful, saying that it was no big deal, that she had plenty of money anyway, and that even if she never worked, the interest alone would be enough to support her for the rest of her life. She said that as long as she listened to the doctor, she would get better, and that her family would be happy for the rest of their lives.
Unable to do what she liked while lying in bed, Song Xinran found something to do: read novels. It was simple, requiring neither physical effort nor mental exertion, which finally made her parents a little happier.
In the older generation's view, a person's spirit and energy are very important; if you have something to do, you will become a good person.
But Song Xinran did not recover. After one surgery, her condition deteriorated severely. The last novel she read before she died was the one about the male supporting character, Song Yu.
Unexpectedly...
Song Xinran touched her legs and hands with a sense of gratitude. She was so lucky to have been given another chance.
She can't go back now. I just hope her parents won't be too sad, and that she will cherish this life she has now.
Song Xinran stood up and immediately felt dizzy. The original owner's body was too weak, and the work in the factory was too heavy, so she died while resting because she couldn't catch her breath.
Despite her weakened state, she made herself a cup of sugar water.
Actually, using glucose powder to make drinks would be more effective than regular sugar water, but when Song Xinran looked up, she realized that there was no glucose in the simple dormitory, and she only found this little bit of sugar after looking closely. There were only two pieces left in the box.
As she drank the sugar water sip by sip, Song Xinran finally felt alive again. Although she was still very weak, at least her legs were no longer shaking when she stood up. She couldn't help but smile. It felt so good to be able to stand up. But the next second, she felt an itch to cook something.
Song Xinran became a chef not only because of her good cooking skills, but also because she enjoys cooking and finds great satisfaction and pleasure in the process.
She hadn't cooked for six months after her car accident while in the hospital, but now she can't wait to cook again.
But her empty stomach reminded her that replenishing her energy was more important now. Factories like this usually have a canteen. Song Xinran glanced at the old-fashioned clock in the dormitory. It was 12:20 pm, and the canteen should still be open.
Just as I was about to leave, the dormitory door opened and two young women in their early twenties wearing work clothes walked in.
"The food in the cafeteria was really delicious today, especially the spicy vermicelli. It was so flavorful that my mouth is still numb."
"Yes, it's almost the end of the month, and the cafeteria finally put together a big meal. They even served boiled fish chunks and scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
"I'm so full."
The girl with short hair exclaimed with delight as soon as she saw Song Xinran, "You're awake! Are you feeling any better? Hurry up and go to the cafeteria. The third shift just got there when we came out."
Another girl with braids was about to speak when she spotted the empty candy box on the table and immediately exclaimed, "Song Xinran, you ate all my candy!"
It turned out to be my roommate's candy...
Song Xinran: "I'm sorry, I was weak when I woke up, so I drank some sugar water."
The girl with the braids yelled, "If you don't have the energy, go eat! You know how expensive this candy is."
The girl with short hair advised, "Xiaosha, Xinran isn't a glutton. She must be feeling unwell. Besides, our dorm pooled our money to buy this box of candy. It's okay for her to have some."
Xiao Sha glared at her: "It was already divided up back then. This is high-end candy, thirty yuan a box! We haven't been paid for two months, and I don't have money to buy any other snacks."
Song Xinran said apologetically, "I'll make it up to you, okay? I was really dizzy at the time, and when I saw the sugar, I quickly mixed it with water and drank it."
Xiaosha said sarcastically, "You still have money? You're usually so stingy you won't even buy toilet paper, and now you have money?"
Song Xinran touched her pockets and found them empty. She fell silent, realizing she had never experienced such poverty before.
The short-haired girl said, "Okay, Xiaoyi, here's my share. Xinran, don't just stand here, hurry up and go to the cafeteria to eat, or there might not be any braised pork left."
Song Xinran glanced at the name tags on the chests of the two girls' uniforms. The girl with short hair was named Chen Jingfang, and the girl with long braids was named Xu Sha.
She said, "Thank you, I'm going to eat now."
Song Xinran knew that saying more would be useless. When a person has no ability, no one will believe any promises they make. But when the facts are right in front of her, she doesn't need to say a word; people will believe everything.
She is extremely weak right now, and the first thing to do is to replenish her energy.
Song Xinran left the dormitory with her lunchbox and followed the other workers outside, who were also carrying empty lunchboxes, to the canteen.
Only Chen Jingfang remained in the dormitory. Xu Sha snorted, "At least you have some manners today, you know to say thank you."
Chen Jingfang advised, "Xinran is just not very talkative, but she's not a bad person."
Xu Sha pursed her lips: "She always looks gloomy and doesn't talk to us. She has a three or four-year-old child at home, and we don't know what he's doing. He got married before he was an adult."
Chen Jingfang said, "Xinran's family is not well-off, so don't say things like that in front of her, or she will be hurt."
Xu Sha snorted: "I know, I was unhappy when I shared a dorm with her. Luckily you're here. Give me a candy!"
Chen Jingfang laughed: "Okay, here you go, you're the biggest glutton."
*
Song Xinran finally followed the crowd to the cafeteria. With her sharp eyes, she spotted a worker leaving the line carrying a bag full of spicy fish pieces, and she immediately squeezed over there.
A short while later, Song Xinran happily sat down in the empty seat, holding a full aluminum lunchbox in both hands.
Someone nearby, while eating heartily, said, "The food in the cafeteria is really good today, even better than what I cook at home."
"I heard the cafeteria got a new chef, and today is the last day of the month, so it's time for a big meal."
"I haven't been paid for two months, so I'm finally enjoying myself today. This meal outside would probably cost eight or nine yuan."
Listening to the murmurs of the crowd, Song Xinran couldn't help but swallow. In the hospital, she ate carefully prepared nutritious meals every day. As the name suggests, they were very nutritious, but they had no spiciness or savory flavor. And Song Xinran was someone who couldn't live without spicy food.
For six months, she ate so much that her mouth felt like it was going to burst with stale food, but in order not to worry her parents, she pretended to be enjoying her meals. Only she knew the tears she was shed inside.
Now that she could finally taste something spicy, Song Xinran was so excited that tears almost welled up in her eyes.
However, the original owner of this body was relatively weak, so Song Xinran also prepared a bowl of soup for herself, which she could wash in before eating. In addition to spicy dishes, Song Xinran also made scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Eggs supplement protein, and the dishes are relatively mild, making them suitable for eating first.
The people working in the glass factory were almost all locals, and the local cuisine was on the spicy side, so everyone could handle the spice, including the original owner of this body.
Song Xinran first drank some cabbage soup, but it was bland, lacked oil, and the cabbage was overcooked.
However, the soup in the cafeteria was probably just something to cook casually. Although it didn't taste very good, Song Xinran didn't have any doubts about the other dishes that were praised by many employees.
Then, she took a bite of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and the joyful expression on her face froze.
Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs is a very simple and common dish. It's easy to make it palatable, but not easy to make it delicious. Most people can only manage to make it edible.
Song Xinran thought that a dish that received so much praise should at least be 80 points. The eggs should be golden and fluffy, with a wok hei (wok aroma), which is a basic requirement. The tomatoes should be stir-fried until the skin and flesh are soft and coated with sauce, with a slightly sandy texture. The overall taste of the dish should be moderately salty and balanced in sweet and sour.
But Song Xinran chewed on this dish and found it even worse than her mother's cooking. In their family, her mother's cooking skills were the worst, followed by her father's, while Song Xinran's were the best.
"This scrambled eggs with tomatoes is so delicious! I feel like I could eat two big bowls of rice with it!" came the praise from a fellow worker at the next table.
"This chef's skills are really good. How did he do it? I'll make it for my child when I get home. It will definitely cure his problem of not liking to eat."
"Although the factory hasn't paid wages for two months, I think I can endure it for another month for the sake of this new chef."
"Hahaha, you glutton!"
...
Song Xinran listened to the workers' discussion at the next table and fell into deep confusion. That's it...?
Is this dish worthy of such high praise and acclaim?
If she were to do it, would they be willing to forgo their salary for life?
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Water Flute has descended the mountain.
Before she went down the mountain, her friends gave her many instructions.
The fox presented her with a fur collar made from fallen fur, saying: "Humans down the mountain are cunning; be careful!"
Black Wolf offered up his lost tooth: "There are many monsters and demons in human society. Take this baby tooth and use it to ward off evil!"
The radish spirit plucked off a tendril: "If I'm short of money, I can pretend it's ginseng and sell it for cash."
...
As they bid farewell, the villagers, young and old, waved goodbye with tears in their eyes, wishing each other "prosperity and wealth!"
Water Flute clenched her fist: "Never forget us!"
She vowed to make a name for herself in the new century.
*
After a lot of hard work, Shui Di finally opened a restaurant.
A glass of water costs 300, a bowl of noodles costs 500, a plate of fish costs 1000...
It only took Water Flute a month to go from having no customers to being in high demand.
On the day she made money, Shui Di immediately called back to the mountains: Friends, I think I've struck it rich! Come and enjoy this fortune!
*
A small restaurant opened in a prime location in the city's CBD, and its simple and unpretentious decor attracted many people.
Sorry to bother you.
But one day, they were surprised to find that the small restaurant was packed with customers, and even top celebrities and business tycoons came to eat there.
Everyone: ? ? ?
What's the magic behind this ordinary little restaurant?!
*
A business tycoon has recently been having a run of bad luck: his investment project failed, he was betrayed by a friend, and his child is seriously ill.
One night, after working overtime, I suddenly saw a small restaurant with its lights on. I walked in as if possessed and ate a bowl of vegetarian noodles that cost an exorbitant price.
The owner, a young woman, sat down and said, "Your luck has been stolen, but after eating my noodles, your luck will naturally return."
The bigwig believed in science, smiled, and left.
The project was revived the next day, my friend went bankrupt, and there was hope for my child's recovery!
Big shot: A miracle doctor!
In addition:
A corporate slave, filled with resentment and wanting to kill his colleagues every day, drank a glass of water and instantly felt clear-headed and refreshed.
A guy with such bad luck that he could trip and fall even on flat ground ate a bowl of noodles and won 10,000 yuan the moment he stepped outside.
A minor celebrity who was cursed to die soon drank a bowl of porridge and instantly felt like he could live another hundred years!
...
An ordinary little restaurant suddenly became a hit, with countless people flocking in just to get a bowl of rice.
The water gate closed, and a sign was hung up: Water sold out today! Congee is only 1998!
Water Flute shrugs: There's no other way. In order to support a mountain of monsters, I have to raise the price.
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