She is no longer a female supporting character in period novels

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Chapter 57: The Wife of the Fifties (57)

  Lin's mother's family is rich. They were a well-known nouveau riche decades ago.

  No one knows how the Lu family rose to prominence. They just suddenly emerged from the ground. By the time everyone noticed them, the Lin family had been able to spend money like water and even managed to find a son-in-law who was a poor and noble man.

  Lin's mother can only be described as pretty, but she also has a kind of fierceness that cannot be concealed by years of cultivation.

  Now she works in a state-owned restaurant near the compound. This state-owned restaurant ranks sixth in the entire Kyoto. It has a large storefront and the customers who come and go are all rich or noble!

  Lin's mother is tall and strong, like a small pagoda mountain. No one can imagine how she could give birth to a little white flower like Lin Jin.

  She doesn't need to work. Every day when she arrives at class, she sits on a reclining chair covered with a layer of grease by the years and keeps everyone busy with her words.

  The staff in this store are also tall and strong, with a face full of flesh. Even if they wear white work clothes, they still can't hide the overflowing bandit spirit.

  "Sister Xuelian, shall we eat big meat buns today? We just brought some frozen donkey meat, and steamed it with small hot peppers. It's very refreshing." A shiny head popped out from the kitchen. There were a bunch of folds of flesh on the back of his neck. There was a five-centimeter scar across the man's left eyebrow. It was not healed well at the beginning, and now it was like a big brown insect, trembling as he talked and laughed.

  Mother Lin hung her head, still a little confused, and muttered, "Okay, let's make some egg soup to warm up the body."

  "It's really winter, and Old Lin doesn't let us sleep a little longer at home. He's afraid that the neighbors will say I'm lazy and it will embarrass the children. Humph, he's been pretending for most of his life. He's not tired, but I'm tired just looking at him!"

  Someone had already brought her a glass of water with a smile to warm her hands, "Sister Xuelian, Brother Lin is a really smart person. If it weren't for him, how could we brothers have such a comfortable life now?"

  "Other people can't even have bran and vegetables to eat, but we can still eat big fish and meat. Brother and you are a perfect match, one literary and one martial..."

  Mother Lin drank a sip of warm water, shook off the sleepiness, and said with a smile, "This is true. Our Luqing Village was able to take root in Kyoto quietly thanks to him. But the guys in our hands are not vegetarians either."

  "That's right," the others agreed cheerfully, "other state-owned restaurants only dare to open at noon when there are a lot of people coming and going. In winter, the days are short, and who knows what will happen in the morning and evening..."

  They worked lazily with their hands, staring outside, and began to brag about how it was in the past.

  "Hey, isn't that our Jinjin and son-in-law?" Someone shouted happily.

  The others put down their work and crowded to the door, inviting people to come in for dinner.

  These people had fierce faces just now, but now they all quietly entered the face and stomach like parasites, leaving only a simple and honest face.

  Lin Jin and Wang Xianbing smiled and called people one by one. After dinner, they went home with Lin's mother.

  Mother Lin held the child to amuse herself, then pulled her daughter to the kitchen to pour water and get food, "Jinjin, it's not a festival now, why did you come back with your son-in-law? Did something happen?"