Shen Mingzhu unwrapped the tightly packaged cloth bundle and was surprised to find the deep-fried tofu and crispy meat Qin Jinlian had made in the morning, still warm.
She had gotten up before dawn and busied herself with these, all so Shen Mingzhu could take them back to the city to eat?
For some reason, the tip of Shen Mingzhu's nose felt a little sour.
In her previous life, her biological parents had divorced when she was just in the first grade of elementary school, and her custody was awarded to her father's side. Sadly, he was a deadbeat who spent his days working, drinking, and bar-hopping, changing girlfriends as if they were crops to be harvested.
After the divorce, her mother had swiftly remarried, starting a new family and having a little brother and sister, paying no attention to her.
Although she seemingly had both parents, she lived like an orphan. Therefore, confronted with the heavy bag of fried tofu and crispy meat, she suddenly felt her defenses breaking down.