Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

Chen Dong rode his bicycle to his third aunt Chen Guilan's house again.

The mud walls were mottled, with wooden planks of varying lengths haphazardly embedded in them, and only some straw weighed down by wooden sticks, barely serving as a place of shelter.

Even though this was the second time Chen Dong had witnessed such a scene, he still couldn't help but sigh heavily, his heart filled with sympathy for his aunt's plight.

Chen Dong gently knocked on the rickety door.

"Who is it? Here we come."

Chen Guilan opened the door and saw Chen Dong; a hint of surprise and emotion flashed in her eyes.

She never expected that her nephew would come to see her a second time in such a short period of time!

Chen Dong quickly handed over the food and said with a smile, "Third Aunt, this is food my mother prepared. She couldn't finish it, so she asked me to bring it to you."

Chen Guilan quickly declined, her rough, calloused hands waving in the air as she muttered, "Dongzi, you child, how could your aunt accept your things? Your family has it tough too."

But 12-year-old Daya and 8-year-old Erya stared intently at their boxed lunches, their eyes filled with longing and anticipation.

Chen Dong smiled, pointed to Daya and Erya in the room, and said, "Third Aunt, there are duck legs in the lunchbox. Even if you don't want them, Daya and Erya are still growing."

"How can we not let them eat some meat?"

Chen Guilan quickly turned around and looked at her two daughters' longing eyes, which were like two little hooks, making her feel heartbroken.

Chen Guilan opened her mouth slightly when she saw her daughters' expressions.

With a sigh, he finally couldn't refuse and had to accept the boxed lunch.

Chen Dong walked into the room and sat on the edge of the slightly creaking bed.

Daya and Erya, like two cheerful little birds, nestled on either side of him.

The two little girls took the lunchboxes, opened them, and were immediately shocked by the food inside.

White rice, and duck legs bigger than their palms.

The few scattered pieces of green vegetables around were insignificant.

"Mom, sister, what kind of dish is this?"

Er Ya had never eaten meat before and didn't recognize a duck leg.

Da Ya recognized it and exclaimed with delight, "Cousin, it's a duck leg! A duck leg! Thank you, cousin!"

"Er Ya, quickly thank your cousin." Da Ya gently nudged her younger sister.

"Thank you, cousin! Er Ya loves it, it smells so good!"

Er Ya smiled sweetly and happily, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Chen Dong smiled and patted Daya and Erya on the head.

"Eat up, or your wicked dad will steal your duck legs when he gets back."

Upon hearing this, Daya and Erya immediately began to eat heartily.

Although their eating manners were slightly messy, they exuded immense satisfaction.

Chen Guilan stood to the side, holding a metal lunchbox, and ate slowly.

When her gaze fell on the duck leg in the bowl.

Her eyes instantly reddened, tears welled up and slowly slid down her cheeks.

Daya and Erya ate until their mouths were covered in grease, and they would occasionally let out giggles of "Delicious, delicious!" Their innocent voices were full of happiness.

In no time, the two little girls had devoured all the food in the lunchbox.

All that was left were the duck leg bones that we couldn't bear to throw away.

His little belly is round and plump from eating so much.

Chen Dong noticed that most of the duck legs in his aunt's lunchbox were still lying there, with only a few small bites taken out of them.

Chen Dong frowned slightly, understanding the situation.

Third Aunt must want to keep it for that scumbag Liu Dazhu, Uncle.

Chen Dong couldn't help but sigh.

Third Aunt is such a traditional rural woman.

In her mind, a woman should follow her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog.

No matter how much of a scoundrel Liu Dazhu was, she always held onto the marriage, naively believing that he would one day change his mind.

Just then, Aunt Zhang's loud shouting came from outside the door.

Aunt Zhang pounded on the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Chen Guilan, you're really something! I can't even afford to buy meat, but you have money to eat meat!"

"The aroma of the meat and braising sauce has even wafted into my house!"

"If you have money to eat meat, you'd better hurry up and pay back the money you owe me!"

Chen Guilan hurriedly opened the door, her face showing a hint of embarrassment and unease. She quickly explained, "Aunt Zhang, I didn't buy this. My nephew Chen Dong brought it to me."

Hearing the noise, Chen Dong stood up, a cold glint in his eyes, and asked, "Aunt Zhang, how much money does my third aunt owe you?"

Aunt Zhang was slightly taken aback by Chen Dong's imposing manner and was stunned for a moment.

But she quickly reverted to her brash self, saying, "Exactly ten dollars, no more, no less. How long have you been dragging this out? Who blew this money away in their past life?!"

"What? You, my dear nephew, want to stand up for your aunt? Do you think you can pay off her debts for her?"

"Look at you in your school uniform, you're still a student, aren't you?"

Chen Dong ignored Aunt Zhang's nonsense and, without saying a word, reached into his pocket and took out money.

He took out ten yuan from his hundred-odd coins and handed it to Aunt Zhang.

Chen Dong said calmly, "Aunt Zhang, I'll pay back the money for my third aunt."

Aunt Zhang was stunned for a moment, but then she took the money, her expression somewhat embarrassed.

I just thought they were saying students didn't have money, but I was proven wrong in the blink of an eye.

Aunt Zhang muttered a few words about how painful her face was, then turned and hurriedly left.

After estimating the time, Chen Dong looked around at the messy scene inside the room and wanted to stall for time to stay longer.

Chen Dong then said to Chen Guilan, "Third Aunt, let me help you tidy up the house."

Chen Guilan didn't want to agree at first; how could she let a guest help her with chores?

However, Chen Guilan couldn't refuse her nephew's enthusiasm, so she had no choice but to let Chen Dong do the work.

As Chen Dong tidied up, he was deliberately looking for something.

To distract his aunt, he said, "Auntie, have any of the neighbors been bullying you?"

“If I do, I’ll go back and talk to my dad. He’s the deputy director of the city management bureau now, so he can find someone to teach those who bullied you a lesson.”

Chen Guilan gently shook her head, a hint of gratitude and helplessness on her face, and slowly said, "Dongzi, nothing like that. These neighbors are all good people."

"After they learned about our family's situation, they all felt sorry for me. They would help me out whenever they could, and every household lent me money or rice or flour to some extent."

“Our street isn’t very wide, and everyone living here has a tough life, but they’ve all taken good care of me.”

Chen Dong nodded slightly, picked up the few old clothes scattered on the ground, and folded them neatly.

It was placed on that worn-out wooden stool.

He quietly slipped a packet of what looked like headache powder into his sleeve.

Chen Guilan watched from the side, somewhat embarrassed, wanting to help but being dissuaded by Chen Dong.

The two chatted idly, their conversation ranging from household chores to various gossip.

The gossip about others then spilled over onto himself, making Chen Dong feel ashamed.