Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man - Chapter 82
82 Not Enough to Eat
Li Xiaoshan was about to say something, but Su Wen immediately said, “Xiaoshan, do you want to eat dumplings? If you want to eat dumplings, call me auntie.”
As expected, Li Xiaoshan gave in because he wanted to eat. In this era, resources were scarce, and eating dumplings was almost like celebrating New Year.
“Auntie.”
“Good boy! Auntie will bring more good food for you in the future.”
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“Okay!” Li Xiaoshan was immediately bribed. He turned around and went to the kitchen to get chopsticks and a bowl.
When the weather was hot, Wang Chunyan’s family would move the dining table to the courtyard at night. Su Wen helped to put the dumplings on the table and then left. She had already eaten, and it would be awkward if she stayed.
She could not just watch them eat, could she?
After she left, Li Xue and the rest of the Li family came out of the kitchen and gathered around the table.
“Are you sure these are edible?” Li Xue asked in disbelief.
“It should be… I guess,” Wang Chunyan was not confident. She had personally tasted Wen’s cooking, and it was indeed awful.
“Wen gave this with good intention. You should try it!” Wang Chunyan was very happy that Su Wen knew to send her dumplings this year. It was not in vain that she had always helped her. Wen’s dumplings could also shut her daughter-in-law’s mouth.
She didn’t want her daughter-in-law to complain that she was helping an outsider.
Before Wang Chunyan could taste it, Li Xiaoshan had already grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently, eating it with a face of enjoyment.
“It’s delicious. It’s really delicious.” Li Xiaoshan’s expression would not lie.
Wang Chunyan was the second to start eating. “It’s indeed delicious.”
Therefore, the others did not hesitate and started to eat. In less than ten minutes, the large bowl of dumplings was finished.
Li Xiaoshan was slow at eating. When he was about to eat more, he found the bowl empty. There was not a single one left. He immediately burst into tears while the others held their chopsticks awkwardly.
Even Li Xiaoshan’s mother had forgotten, ” I-I forgot to keep some for Xiao Shan.”
“It’s so delicious.” Li Xue also sighed, “it’s even more delicious than the food sold at the state-owned restaurant in the county.”
She had a good job. Although she was from the countryside, she had always been strict with herself according to the standards of a city person. She had always eaten slowly and carefully.
That was the first time she had snatched food.
“Wen is a good girl. I doubted it when she told me last time that she would work hard and not embarrass her parents. It’s my fault. I knew that Wen girl was a good person.” Wang Chunyan was simply proud of herself. She was reminiscing about the taste of the dumplings and was very happy about her judgment.
Even Li Youcai nodded with a complicated expression. After what had happened this afternoon, he no longer dared to underestimate Su Wen.
In the future, whoever wanted to bully the Su sisters in the village would have to think twice. He would be criticized for bullying poor orphans if he didn’t handle it well. Even he had to be careful.
He had been negligent before, but after this incident, he realized that the seven sisters of the Su family were in a special situation. If this matter were blown up, the county would consider them a classic example.
Their parents were dead, leaving behind seven pitiful girls. In the future, if he were to apply for welfare benefits from the county, he would use Su Wen’s name.
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After leaving Wang Chunyan’s house, Su Wen didn’t go home directly. Instead, he went around the village and asked about the wind direction. After walking around, they heard quite a lot of rumors. Most of them were scolding Chen Guihua and Zhang Chunxiang for being vicious.
Zhang Chunxiang and Chen Guihua’s reputations were ruined. The two of them would have to hide at home for a while before they could go out.
A few smart people also hinted that it might be Su Xuewu or Su Xueqiang who came up with the idea.
