Rebirth in the 1970s: Refusing to Be a Side Character

Chapter 11: Let's Get a Divorce

◎Not Understanding What Politeness Means◎

The buns were soon ready—twenty in total.

When Lu Yao brought the buns in, He Chengjun let out a quiet sigh of relief. The pressure of being around Lu Jinzhou was just too intense. He had been the one making conversation the entire time, while Lu Jinzhou had barely spoken. And Dong Jiaojiao had been making a scene, spitting sunflower seed shells everywhere. He would rather run twenty kilometers of training than endure this discomfort.

The buns were made with premium flour, no mixed grains, and were plump and appealing. The water used for the dough was from a spiritual spring in her space. The buns were filled with pure meat, and the aroma alone was enough to make the neighbor's kids drool.

In today's economy, with food prices so high, this meal of buns was of high quality and not something to be dismissed when hosting guests.

He Chengjun finally showed a hint of a smile.

Seeing this, Lu Yao promptly invited, "Little Uncle, Comrade He, don't be shy. Try the buns I steamed."

Dong Jiaojiao snorted in disdain. She thought it was ridiculous that Lu Yao was taking credit for the buns, which were made with her own money and effort. It was utterly shameless!

After washing her hands, Dong Jiaojiao suddenly shouted, "Da Mao, Er Mao, come here!"

The old-style apartment had poor sound insulation, and Dong Jiaojiao's call immediately brought Da Mao and Er Mao rushing over.

"Auntie, what do you need?"

Recently, whenever Dong Jiaojiao made something delicious, she would share it with the two brothers. Consequently, Da Mao and Er Mao were very obedient to her, more so than to their own mother, Wang Cuihua.

The moment the kids entered, they saw the steaming buns on the table and immediately started salivating at the enticing aroma.

Without hesitation, Dong Jiaojiao grabbed two empty bowls from the table and filled them with ten buns each, as one bowl was not enough. She made sure each brother had a full bowl to carry back.

"Take these back and also tell your mother that I need her help with something later."

The kids didn't understand manners. If someone offered them something, they would accept it, especially if it was from Dong Jiaojiao.

Da Mao, drooling, replied, "Okay, Auntie. I'll tell Mom."

He Chengjun's smile vanished immediately, but he couldn't snatch the buns back from the kids, so he could only watch them leave helplessly.

Lu Yao, seeing half the buns disappear in an instant, looked at Dong Jiaojiao with displeasure, "Dong Jiaojiao, what do you mean by this? You gave the buns away, what are we supposed to eat?"

Dong Jiaojiao replied with a smirk, "What you eat is none of my business! These buns are mine, made with my flour and filling. I can give them to whoever I want. It's not your concern!"

"But..."

"But nothing. The one who invited you to eat is He Chengjun, not me. If you want buns, ask He Chengjun. Don't shout at me!"

With that, Dong Jiaojiao sat down and began eating a bun, savoring it with pickled cucumbers from the cabinet, relishing each bite.

Originally, Dong Jiaojiao had planned to give fifteen buns to Da Mao and Er Mao and keep five for herself, with no intention of sharing with He Chengjun and the others. She would rather give the buns away than feed them to ungrateful people.