Era: The naive beauty charmed the villain!

Gu Qingsong led his wife to the table and took out the lunchboxes one by one.

Lin An'an, harboring the hope that one day she could turn the tables on Gu Qingsong, stared at the lunchbox with eyes practically glowing with greed.

Gu Qingsong thought she was starving, so he kept stuffing braised pork into Lin An'an's lunchbox.

After finishing the meal, Lin An'an slumped in her chair, clutching her stomach, barely able to move.

Gu Qingsong was unaware that Lin An'an was planning to overpower him. Seeing the empty lunchbox, he praised Lin An'an with satisfaction.

"My wife ate so well today. There was no food left in her lunchbox. It's so clean and nice."

Lin An'an remained slumped in her chair, not moving, and glanced at the man upon hearing this.

Hmph, just you wait. When I pin you to the ground and beat you up, let's see if you'll still be so happy.

"Oh my, are we having meat at home tonight? If you ask me, meat is definitely the best, look at me, tsk tsk tsk."

Just as Gu Qingsong was about to pack up his lunchbox, Xu Fengjuan's annoying voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

As she walked towards the dining table with a smile, she said, "I can smell the aroma of meat from far away. Is it braised pork?"

Gu Qingsong stared at her coldly without saying a word. Xu Fengjuan pretended not to see Gu Qingsong's ugly expression and moved forward on her own.

Upon seeing the empty lunchbox, his expression changed.

The aroma of that meat was so strong; it must have been more than just one or two pieces of braised pork. These two spendthrifts actually devoured it all in one meal.

She was hoping to sneak in some meat during mealtime, but her plan fell through.

But she was reluctant to give up just because she could smell the aroma of meat.

Xu Fengjuan glanced at the little bit of soy sauce soup left in the lunchbox, and then, with a sudden thought, took out a cornbread from the small basket she had brought with her.

With swift hands and eyes, he smeared the cornbread around the lunchbox, then happily stuffed it into his mouth and took a big bite.

Even if you can't have braised pork, it's still delicious to eat cornbread dipped in soup.

Moreover, although Xu Fengjuan only brought six steamed buns, the thought of giving them away to the annoying Gu Qingsong and Lin An'an made her heart bleed.

Now that one steamed bun is eaten, it means one less bun for Gu Qingsong and Lin An'an.

Rounding it off, she saved another steamed bun, so she made a profit.

While enjoying the delicious meat broth dipped in cornbread, Xu Fengjuan smiled ingratiatingly and moved closer to Gu Qingsong.

Gu Qingsong stepped back, avoiding Xu Fengjuan's hand that was trying to pull him.

Xu Fengjuan chuckled awkwardly, trying to save face: "Hehe, this child."

"Would your mother harm you? She's here to bring you food."

Gu Qingsong knew Xu Fengjuan's true nature very well, knowing that she was the kind of person who wouldn't do anything without a profit.

This sudden visit, and the fact that she even brought them food, couldn't possibly be a sudden realization that she wanted to make amends. It could only mean that she had something much more in mind than just this basket of food.

Xu Fengjuan stretched her neck and swallowed the choking cornbread, then smiled obsequiously at Gu Qingsong, saying, "How can a mother and son hold a grudge overnight?"

"I've seen through it all. I can't rely on any of those outsiders. When I get old, I'll still have to rely on my son, haha."

Gu Qingsong glanced into the small basket that Xu Fengjuan handed him—five small steamed buns, each no bigger than his fist.

Judging from its grayish appearance with some small black spots, and the way Xu Fengjuan stretched her neck out when she choked, it was probably a cornbread made from elm seeds and mixed grains.

This kind of cornbread wasn't exactly unpalatable; in fact, it filled many people's stomachs during years of famine. However, it certainly couldn't compare to people's fondness for cornbread made from refined white flour.

With the continuous improvement of living standards, every household is living a better life.

Even the poorest families in the village rarely eat this anymore.

Let alone giving it away as a gift, this thing is simply not presentable.

Gu Qingsong snorted coldly in his heart.

Xu Fengjuan is really cunning; she tries to exchange the worst cornbread for a pension.

What kind of wonderful dream is this?