A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

Actually, when Shao Wanwan talks about China, her heart is bleeding!

That’s all money!

Chinese currency is now a true luxury item and a form of hard currency.

Big Brother mobile phone and soft Zhonghua cigarettes are practically the standard equipment for successful people.

She had no intention of letting Zhang Suran take it back, since returning it to Sister Zhao would allow her to cash it out.

That's terrible, we've lost everything.

Zhang Suran accepted the offer, but still had no intention of letting Shao Moli go.

Shao Wanwan pulled Zhang Suran back, "Mom, Grandma is alone in our hometown, and you all have your own things to do. It would be more convenient to have a hearing aid, at least you can hear things and it would be safer. My sister has already talked to Jiang Zheyuan's uncle, and they have already ordered the goods. It would be really inappropriate not to pay for them once they have arrived."

Zhang Suran then came to her senses and realized that Jiang Zheyuan was also there.

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed and couldn't back down.

He glared at Shao Moli before turning around and going to sleep in the main room.

Jiang Zheyuan's car was parked at the brigade headquarters; they still needed to get there first.

My grandmother had difficulty walking, but she insisted on being sent to the brigade no matter what.

Just before getting on the train, Shao Wanwan had an extra bundle wrapped in coarse cloth in her arms.

Grandma said loudly, "Wanwan, Xiaojiang, come back more often in the future. Grandma is waiting for you."

Grandma was still waving as the pickup truck drove far away.

Shao Moli wept silently.

Shao Wanwan bent down and opened the coarse cloth bundle, inside which were two pairs of cotton shoes.

The old lady sewed it herself, stitch by stitch. The pattern is one that is suitable for young people in the countryside. The base is very thick, so it looks very elaborate.

Shao Wanwan was so moved that she didn't know what to say.

Seeing her expression, Shao Moli assumed that she was disgusted. Although Shao Wanwan's image had completely changed after spending these few days together, Shao Wanwan, who usually dressed so stylishly, would never wear such old-fashioned shoes.

"Grandma first cut the appropriate size from the outer skin of bamboo shoots, and then cut cotton cloth according to the shape, and sewed it layer by layer... To sew such a thick sole, it takes Grandma seven or eight days to sew one pair of soles, and at least half a month to make the whole pair of shoes. She makes three pairs for me every year so I can wear them in rotation. I always tell her not to make them, that it's too hard work, but she won't listen. Although they're not very pretty, they're very comfortable to wear." Shao Moli explained hastily, afraid that Shao Wanwan would show any disgust.

"No wonder you sell clothes so well. After hearing your description, I'm almost reluctant to wear them myself. These shoes might be a bit over the top for school, but they'd definitely be super warm in the dorm," Shao Wanwan said after thinking for a moment.

Shao Moli was amused by Shao Wanwan.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said earnestly, "Actually, I'm too embarrassed to wear it to school. Even though it was made by my grandma and it's nice and warm, the boys in my class say I put little chicks in my shoes."

Shao Wanwan glanced down at it.

She couldn't help but laugh, "It really does look alike."

Handmade items tend to be heavier.

To keep them warm, my grandmother would put a lot of cotton in them, making the shoes very thick and heavy. They looked like a bird's nest on your feet and didn't match any clothes.

Shao Wanwan remembered that Shao Moli wore them once in high school; they were a pair of red and black plaid shoes.

That day, her shoes got wet, and Zhang Suran didn't buy her new ones. She had to wear the shoes her grandmother made to class, and then the boys in her class laughed at her for several periods.

When Zhang Suran brought Shao Moli back, she didn't even think about treating her well; instead, she treated her exceptionally harshly, something she couldn't understand at all when she was reading the book.

Because at that time, her understanding was limited, she simply thought Zhang Suran was sick.

Having met Zhang Suran in person now, I still feel that she is sick, but I have also noticed something else.

Shao Moli was left in her hometown by Zhang Suran, but she was excellent in both character and academics, and was also filial and considerate to her grandmother.

However, Shao Pei, who was by her side, was idle and couldn't even pass the high school entrance exam.

She favored Shao Pei, but deep down she knew she had failed.

She didn't have to face these failures directly, but every time she saw Shao Moli, she had to confront them. The better Shao Moli was, the more it highlighted Shao Pei's worthlessness and further emphasized her failures.

Therefore, she suppressed, criticized, and unjustly vented her anger on Shao Moli in various ways.

Shao Wanwan realized this and gave Shao Moli a somewhat apologetic look.

Some people have a hard time not because they are not good enough, but because they are too good.

Perhaps only if Shao Pei succeeds a little will Shao Moli be able to find some maternal love again with Zhang Suran.

But as Shao Moli flies higher and farther in the future, she may not necessarily still value that little bit of belated maternal love.

Love that comes late is worth less than grass, and this sometimes applies not only to romantic love.

Jiang Zheyuan saw her serious expression in the rearview mirror and gently patted her hand. "There's a really good rice noodle shop up ahead. My uncle mentioned it and I remembered it. The owner wasn't setting up when we came, so I didn't say anything. Let's take a detour on our way back and have a bowl of rice noodles before going back to school!"

The moment food was mentioned, Shao Wanwan's face lit up with excitement.

She nodded.

Compared to the original owner who desperately starved herself to maintain her weight, Shao Wanwan is the type who would eat her way through two miles of green belts if given a bottle of soybean paste.

It's not that she's particularly greedy.

It was truly the original owner who left her with that feeling of hunger from not being able to eat her fill.

She would suspect someone was trying to starve her to death if she ate even a few bites less.

In this way, the original owner had already ruined her digestive system by starving herself, becoming the type who could eat a lot but not gain weight, which prevented her from building any muscles.

The original owner had an exceptionally good figure, with a slender waist and quite a bit of a chest.

So her whole body is curvy with a prominent bust and buttocks.

However, the sense of power wasn't very good.

Shao Wanwan always wanted to gain weight so that she could become stronger after gaining strength.

So when they arrived at the rice noodle shop Jiang Zheyuan mentioned, Shao Wanwan ordered two bowls for herself.

"Young lady, our portions are quite large; you can't possibly eat two bowls by yourself," the owner kindly advised.

Shao Wanwan was about to speak.

Jiang Zheyuan said, "Bring two ounces of beef, two ounces of mutton, and a cold dish."

The boss was dumbfounded, but since it was a big deal, he obediently shut up and quickly went to prepare the food.

Two large bowls of rice noodles were placed in front of me, which was quite impressive.

Shao Wanwan loved it after just one bite. "This tastes so good. If I didn't drink the soup, I feel like I could eat three bowls."

Jiang Zheyuan raised his hand, "Boss..."

Shao Wanwan quickly grabbed his arm, "I was just saying, two bowls are enough, that's enough."

Jiang Zheyuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Eat more, you'll still grow taller at twenty-three!" Jiang Zheyuan said indulgently.

Shao Moli lowered her head and silently ate the rice noodles in front of her. The rice noodles, which were originally fragrant, suddenly became tasteless.

However, her grandmother taught her not to waste food, so she silently finished the whole bowl of rice noodles.