The 1970s Female Supporting Actress Counterattack

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Lian Xiaoman lowered her head, "Hasn't there been a lot of trouble in our family recently? We've spent a lot of money. My aunt said that there's not much money left in the family and she can't afford to support me. She's only given me a few sweet potatoes every day these days..."

Three sweet potatoes, one in the morning, one at noon, and one in the evening, are not enough for an adult. Yesterday, she was asked to take leave to take care of the elderly. She was exhausted from running around.

Lin Hongchang and his wife really did this kind of thing, not wanting others to have a good life, but they didn't want others to have a good life. They wanted to vent their anger through Lian Xiaoman, but Lian Xiaoman was gentle and wouldn't resist.

Lin Wanwan felt sorry for them. She had been hungry before, so she knew how uncomfortable it felt. More importantly, Lian Xiaoman might become her sister-in-law. How could she let them bully her?

"You gave them all your salary, so why didn't they let you eat?" Lin Wanwan was filled with righteous indignation.

"My uncle said that it was only the rent, and they paid for the food. Recently, we have no money at home, so they only give me sweet potatoes."

Lin Wanwan thought that it would be better to take advantage of the situation and let Lian Xiaoman move in with them. "How can the rent be so expensive? They are just bullying you. Since they treat you badly, you will suffer if you continue to live there. We still have an empty room. Otherwise, why don't you move in with us?"

Lian Xiaoman frowned. What Lin Wanwan said was a solution. If she moved out, she wouldn't have to suffer. She was already an adult and had the ability to make money. She didn't have to look at other people's faces and live under someone else's roof. But if she moved out of her aunt's house, there was a high possibility that they would fall out. Lian Xiaoman didn't like conflicts, so she was a little hesitant.

Maintaining the status quo is always the easiest, and change requires more courage. Lin Wanwan didn't force her. After a while, maybe she would figure it out.

"Then think about it again. There may be a better solution. You are already thin. If you are hungry, you will become a bamboo pole. There are still steamed buns in the kitchen. I will go get you two."

Lin Wanwan picked up the crutches and was about to stand up. Lian Xiaoman was afraid that she would have difficulty moving, so she simply went into the kitchen to get them with a red face. She smelled the white and plump buns and estimated that they still smelled like meat. There were only two in the steamer.

She was a little embarrassed. Lin Wanwan also came in and directly put a bowl for her. "No need to thank me. This is what I ate this morning."

"Okay." Lian Xiaoman said softly, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Lin Mingsheng got off work early today. It was not time for dinner yet, and he was already hungry. Just remembered that he left too hastily in the morning, and hadn't eaten his favorite meat buns yet, so he asked his dad to put them in the steamer.

As a result, when he opened the lid, the steamer was empty, not even a crumb was left.

Mom was not at home, and Dad didn't like meat buns, so only Wanwan was left. He walked up to Lin Wanwan with a look of resentment, "Wanwan, did you eat all the buns and not leave any for me?"

Lin Wanwan was drawing in the room, "No, I didn't eat any."

He showed the empty steamer, "Then how could it fly away with wings when it was gone?"

Lin Wanwan finally looked at him straight in the eye, "Xiaoman came over just now and was hungry, so I gave it to her."

Lin Mingsheng didn't care when he heard that it was Lian Xiaoman who ate it, but Lian Xiaoman had a slender figure, and her waist seemed to break if it was bent, and she didn't look like someone who ate a lot. "Why is she so hungry so easily? Didn't she eat lunch?"

"Not that she didn't eat, but she almost ate. Lin Hongchang only let her eat a piece of sweet potato. It's not like she was feeding a cat. How could she be full?" Lin Wanwan didn't want to admit that she had a blood relationship with the family next door, so she called them by their names.

Lin Mingsheng was upset when he heard that his beloved was abused like this. "It's too abominable. People like this deserve it."

When it was almost time for dinner in the evening, Lin Mingsheng went to the yard to collect clothes and kept looking at the door. Sure enough, he saw Lian Xiaoman walking by the door. Lin Mingsheng called her: "Xiaoman."

Lian Xiaoman stopped and looked at him with her big watery eyes, as if asking her what she was doing.

Lin Mingsheng cleared his throat, "Wanwan said you would help her get the internal price of the fabric. To thank you, we would like to invite you to have dinner with us."

Lin Wanwan was sitting in front of the window in the living room. When she heard Lin Mingsheng's lame excuse, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The wound on her foot got better day by day. The wound on her arm was completely healed. After applying the ointment, even the scar disappeared. Lin Wanwan thought of that unlucky and somewhat lucky afternoon. She hadn't seen Song Zhi for a few days, but she still missed him a little.

Lin Wanwan had a sketch of the clothes she designed in her hand. It happened to be a formal and neat suit with broad shoulders and long legs. Thinking of Song Zhi's figure, he would definitely look good in it.

But he hadn't looked for her for so long that Lin Wanwan began to wonder if he had fallen in love with someone else.

Her desk was leaning against the window, and suddenly a dogtail grass floated out of the window. She thought the weeds outside had grown so tall, so she wanted to pull it out, but not only did she fail to pull it out, she also saw Song Zhi's head sticking out.

He smiled at her, the sun shone on his face, and he became brighter. He held up the Tanghulu and said, "Do you want to eat Tanghulu?"

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On Xiao Song's obsession with Tanghulu.