Quick Transmigration: I Actually Became a System Bug

"Xiaohan, are you up?"

"Yes, I'm up."

Ji Han and Ji Zhigang really didn't have much affection for each other. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Ji Zhigang and Chen Qiaoyan's wedding photo was still kept at home, the two of them definitely wouldn't recognize each other if they walked down the street.

Even with the photos, after more than a decade of ravages, Ji Han couldn't immediately connect the chubby middle-aged man in front of him with the slightly handsome young man in the photos.

After exchanging perfunctory greetings, Ji Zhigang placed the bright red ceramic basin in front of the stove. This basin was originally bought when Ji Zhigang and Chen Qiaoyan got married. Later, the two broke up, and all the things they used for their wedding, including this basin, were put away by Grandma Ji.

There were wooden stakes that Ji Han had put in the stove last night. When the pot lid was lifted, the water inside was still hot, even a bit scalding for washing. After filling the pot with hot water, Ji Zhigang lit the stove again. After the water boiled in a while, the dumplings could be cooked directly.

Ji Han ignored Ji Zhigang and went back to the storage room. He took out all the candies and snacks he had bought and put them in a chipped wooden plate. Then he organized all his things and put them in his suitcase, locking the suitcase in the cabinet.

After Ji Han finished tidying up, the four people in the main house had also finished washing up. Ji Zhigang had even cooked the dumplings. He and Ma Rongrong had made the dumplings together yesterday afternoon. The two of them made a lot of dumplings yesterday afternoon, so their family wouldn't have to worry about staple food for the next few days.

"Brother, are you ready? Dinner's ready, Mom's calling you to come eat."

Ji Han responded, finished what he was doing, and followed Ma Tianhang into the main room. In the center of the main room was a square table of moderate size, with five bowls filled with dumplings on it, and a large basin full of dumplings in the middle. Anyone who needed more could get more from the basin.

Three long benches were placed around the table. Ji Zhigang and Ma Rongrong sat together, while Ji Yingying and Ma Tianhang sat facing each other. Ji Han was too lazy to move any more benches, so he simply sat down next to Ma Tianhang.

"Xiaohan, try this. Your aunt and dad made these dumplings yesterday. Some are filled with cabbage and pork, while others are filled with chives and eggs. Try them and see if they suit your taste. If you don't like them, we can make more today. It's just that our resources here are limited, and we can only buy so much meat and vegetables."

Ji Han had lived here for eighteen years, so he knew what the conditions were like in the village. In the dead of winter, the only vegetable you could find was cabbage. As for meat, you could only buy pork because of the ample supplies for the New Year. Forget about seafood.

Ji Han suspected that Ji Zhigang and his group were able to buy chives not from the small shop, but from someone in the village who grew them themselves in the heated kang room.

"It's okay, Auntie, I'm not a picky eater, I can eat anything."

After all, children from poor families don't have much of a chance to be picky about food; they're lucky if they can eat their fill and not go hungry.

Ji Han quickly finished the dumplings in his bowl—all of them were chive and egg dumplings—then rummaged in his pocket for a while before finally picking out a mint candy. He unwrapped it and put it in his mouth. He didn't leave the table early; he just quietly waited for the other four to finish eating.

Fortunately, they got up early enough today. Just as Ji Zhigang finished tidying up the dishes, someone came over to the courtyard. The person's surname was Zhou, and he was a neighbor next to the Ji family. Uncle Zhou was also a good friend of Ji Zhigang when he was young. After Ji Zhigang remarried and left home, Uncle Zhou often came to help the Ji family.