Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

At this moment, Lin Xiuzhi came downstairs, holding a small dark red notebook in her hand.

Song Lingge keenly guessed that this should be a savings book.

Lin Xiuzhi handed the passbook to Song Lingge.

“This was left to you by your mother. After you bought the house, she secretly went home and gave us this passbook, asking us to keep it for you. There is 10,000 yuan in it.”

Song Lingge felt a mix of emotions as she opened the savings book.

However, the balance printed on it was a mere 30,000 yuan and 83 cents.

"Isn't it ten thousand yuan?" Song Lingge looked at Lin Xiuzhi in confusion.

“The 10,000 yuan was saved by your mother without your father’s knowledge over the years. After your mother gave it to us, your maternal grandmother and I deposited another 20,000 yuan into it,” Zhao Zhangguo answered Song Lingge’s question.

The two elderly people not only bought her a house, but also saved a sum of money for her in this way.

Song Lingge felt a lump in her throat, and felt even less regretful about the decision she had made before.

She vowed to spend quality time with the two elderly people as they enjoyed their later years.

"This passbook is yours from today onwards. You can keep it yourself and buy whatever you want. Don't be afraid. No matter what happens, your grandparents will be there to protect you."

Song Lingge could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.

This is her family, her family who love her selflessly.

Dreams are precious, but family love is priceless.

After cleaning up the dishes with Lin Xiuzhi, Song Lingge called Qiao Nansheng.

"You want to buy a computer?"

Song Lingge nodded: "I'll have to trouble you to borrow the car again. If you're free, I don't mind if you come with me!"

Borrowing a car is a minor issue; the important thing is needing a mover.

Qiao Nansheng raised an eyebrow: "After you buy it, you have to lend it to me to play with."

Song Lingge immediately made an X in front of her chest and said righteously, "No, my computer is for use, not for playing."

Qiao Nansheng rolled his eyes at her: "Stingy!"

This woman is getting more and more rude to him.

The two soon arrived at Nanzhou Science and Technology City, bought a computer, and Qiao Nansheng carefully learned how to install it.

Well, he wasn't just a laborer, he was also an installation worker.

By the way, he's also a master negotiator. The computer Song Lingge ultimately bought was pretty good, but it only cost her a little over 8,000 yuan, all thanks to her classmate Qiao Nansheng.

Surprisingly, he was quite knowledgeable about computers.

Qiao Nansheng brought Song Lingge a lot of surprises.

In her past life, she must have been blind to give up the whole forest for the sake of Fang Guanghua, that one crooked tree.

Back home, Qiao Nansheng helped Song Lingge install the computer in her bedroom.

Starting today, Song Lingge will become a diligent writer.

To repay Qiao Nansheng for his great help, Song Lingge decided to cook him lunch herself.

Qiao Nansheng accompanied Zhao Zhangguo to play chess in the tea room.

Lin Xiuzhi had never seen Song Lingge cook before. She originally wanted to help her, but Song Lingge refused and even closed the kitchen door.

She learned her cooking skills after getting married in her previous life.

After years of honing her skills, she is actually quite good at cooking, but with a loving family in this life, she has very few opportunities to cook.

Zhao Zhangguo sniffed hard and joked with a smile, "I've never eaten Lingge's cooking before, but it smells really good?"

Qiao Nansheng was also surprised; Song Lingge had brought him many, many surprises as well.

"It's time to eat!"

There wasn't a single dish on the table, only tableware.

Song Lingge gestured for them to sit down, smiling sweetly: "I have to show you something I can do, so you can have something to look forward to."

"Don't make a mistake!" Zhao Zhangguo teased her with a smile.

"Grandpa, don't underestimate me. How could your granddaughter, whom you and Grandma have raised with such care, make such a basic mistake?"

With that, he turned and went into the kitchen.

"The first course is a cold appetizer platter and Little Days Sushi."

A dozen or so delicate sushi pieces are arranged on a bright white plate. The ingredients are limited, and the only varieties are egg crepe sushi and colorful sushi rolls, but they are small, exquisite, and delicious, making one's mouth water.

"The second dish is Xi Ban Ya potato pancakes."

This is a traditional Xibanya delicacy. It is simple to make, but it is very fragrant and has a crispy texture.

"The third dish is Vietnamese spring rolls."

It's refreshing and delicious, with a flavor that lingers in your memory.

"The fourth course is a simplified version of Wellington steak."

Unfortunately, resources were scarce, so this steak dish was very simple, but the taste was still quite good.

"The fifth dish is Korean bibimbap."

Song Lingge originally didn't want to make this dish, but she couldn't resist its simplicity.

"Looking at it from all angles, it's all staple food!" Zhao Zhangguo, the old rascal, couldn't help but complain.

"You old man, Lingge decided to cook at the last minute. We didn't buy much food at home, so it's already quite an achievement that she was able to make such a big meal. And you're still being picky."

Lin Xiuzhi used her embroidered fist technique, and Zhao Zhangguo immediately shut up.

Song Lingge was only thinking about doing more to showcase her work, and she overlooked this issue.

She stuck out her tongue awkwardly: "There's one more dish."

"Great, great, I'm really looking forward to it!" Zhao Zhangguo pretended to be very excited and even clapped his hands.

Qiao Nansheng and Lin Xiuzhi were amused and burst into laughter, clapping along with them.

Only Song Lingge was unhappy and awkwardly served the last dish.

"The sixth dish is dumplings from our great motherland."

It was another main dish, but the dumpling wrappers were green, something no one except Song Lingge had ever seen before.

Song Lingge sat down, and Zhao Zhangguo said with a smile, "Then let's enjoy this sumptuous main course feast!"

Song Lingge watched expectantly as the group enjoyed the food.

I've cooked so many meals in my past life, but I've never been this nervous as I am now.

She's like she's on a food show, waiting for the judges' verdict.

"It's delicious!" Zhao Zhangguo is a carnivore, and among the table full of staple foods, he first went for the simplified version of Wellington steak.

"Mmm, it's delicious." Qiao Nansheng picked up a green dumpling, took a bite, and couldn't help but agree.

Both of them were straight men, so their opinions were not worth considering. Song Lingge turned her attention to Lin Xiuzhi, who had spent her whole life making home-style dishes.

Lin Xiuzhi picked up a piece of Xiao Ri Zi sushi, took a bite, and savored it.

Lin Xiuzhi ate slowly and deliberately, which made Song Lingge very anxious.

This prompted Zhao Zhangguo and Qiao Nansheng to follow her example and nervously await Lin Xiuzhi's verdict.

Looking at the group of people in front of her, Lin Xiuzhi found it truly amusing. She finished eating one and put down her chopsticks.

He said solemnly, "It's delicious, very delicious."

Song Lingge smiled happily after receiving such high praise from these people.

She felt immense satisfaction, which was perhaps the meaning of life she had always been pursuing.