Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

The saying goes, you have to show your best side to others so that they will think you are excellent.

Of course, rural people don't have a very big world. Each village is like an old well, binding them in. The world they can see is actually very small, just going from one village to another.

These are all very short-sighted perspectives. People only know that when Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, conquered the Qin Dynasty, he still returned home in glory.

Therefore, they will also show outsiders their best side, such as their lifestyle and their temper.

Zhao Da'e was intimately familiar with what guests said and did. Those who have suffered often want to offer a glimmer of light to others. In her past life, Zhao Da'e felt she owed her aunt far too much; perhaps the only thing she could do in this life was to help her cousin marry the person destined for him.

A moment later, Zhou Chunwen brought out the tea, took out a fresh teacup, and poured a cup of tea for Shi Zhihui. Shi Zhihui took it, smelled it, and said, "This tea smells so good. Good things are just different. Haha, I'm lucky to be drinking some good tea that city people drink today."

Zhou Chunhong also came in and sat in the corner, watching quietly. Zhou Chunwen was busy serving tea and water. Zhao Da'e turned to Zhou Chunwen and said, "Big sister, go and get my snacks and melon seeds. This guest is the matchmaker who will help my cousin get married. If we take good care of her, we'll have a good chance of success."

Zhou Chunwen went to the room on the west side where she shared with Zhao Da'e, and took out piles and piles of snacks and dried fruit from Zhao Da'e's schoolbag. Zhou Chunwen frowned and muttered under her breath, "Ugh, that little brat Da'e, she knew I was sneaking peanuts at night, but how come I didn't know she was making so much good food? My sister treats her like a treasure, and she's playing tricks on me. That little devil, I'm not making her any more good food."

However, Zhou Chunwen didn't have time to waste. She grabbed her things and hurriedly returned to the east room, where she grabbed a bundle of things: several large apples, kiwis, raisins, dried bananas, broad beans, melon seeds, peanuts, bags of chicken feet, dried tofu, and beef jerky—so many that Zhou Chunwen didn't recognize them.

"Auntie, have a big apple. I've already washed it. This isn't a local variety; it's a Fuji apple imported from abroad. Its scientific name is Red Fuji. It's sweet and crisp, absolutely delicious."

Shi Zhihui quickly said, "I just ate an apple at home, so I won't eat any more."

Although she said that, Shi Zhihui's eyes were fixed on the apple: she had never seen such a big apple before. The fruits she had seen before were all very small, the largest being about the size of a bean bun. But the "Red Fuji" apple in Zhao Da'e's hand was really big, as big as a child's head. How could such a big apple be grown? No, how could it grow? And it looked like it would taste delicious.

Shi Zhihui, being rather naive, naturally didn't know the meaning of keeping one's anger in check. Therefore, Zhao Da'e immediately saw through her little scheme: "Fourth Aunt, why are you being so polite? This is your own home. We don't need so many formalities or customs. Feel at home here, don't be shy. You've come all this way, and if you don't even have a sip of water or an apple, doesn't that make us seem insignificant? Here, this is from your niece, a token of my respect. You must eat it."