C11 Is the Scourge

Deng Jingu looked at Lin Anxin again and said, "Siya, let's boil some hot tea first. If you really are not feeling well, you should rest first. I'll help you when I get back."

Honestly speaking, Deng Jingu was good to Lin Siya. At least, he still felt sorry for her.

Lin Anxin felt that it was probably because of this that the original owner was willing to do whatever he wanted.

In the original owner's impression, Deng Dalang had always been a kind elder who was easy to talk to.

She naturally hoped that Deng Dalang would be safe.

Thinking up to here, she frowned slightly. Although Ji Chunhua had a fiery temper, she wasn't too bad to the original owner. At least, she didn't look like some vicious old granny who would ruthlessly grind her down.

Deng Dalang, on the other hand, had been observing from the sidelines for the past two days. She didn't notice that he was concerned about this daughter-in-law at all. Was it because she still hadn't figured out their personality, or was there a problem with the original owner's eyes?

No matter what, she had to first take care of her body before slowly making other plans.

Lin Anxin walked leisurely to the stove to start a fire to boil some water. It was probably because Ji Chunhua had come back and built another fire to cook something. There were still some sparks left in the kitchen. She stared blankly at the two flint stones.

It was a long time before he remembered that, when he was a child, he had gone to his grandmother's house to play, and his grandmother had always stewed sweet potatoes with firewood that had been cooked in the kitchen. Sometimes the fire was big enough to seem like hay on Mars, but now and then it would be lit with a long bamboo tube that blew violently at the fire.

She tried to find the place where the firewood was kept. Sure enough, she found a long bamboo tube called a brazier. Using the method she remembered, she tossed and turned it around for a long time before finally asking her to start a fire.

Even so, she felt extremely tired.

Lin Anxin raised her delicate eyebrows slightly. This was no good. After this illness, her body was extremely weak.

She had to work out slowly.

Lin Anxin felt that before the unreliable system could fully function, she had to keep a low profile and pretend to be the same as the original owner. However, she had to find a way to avoid provoking Ji Chunhua and not getting scolded by her.

After Lin Anxin had built the fire, she took some firewood and put it in the kitchen and slowly stood up. She held the edge of the stove with her hand and slowly moved it to the north side of the stove. She knew that there was a large pot of clear water near the stove in the north side.

By the time she reached the vat, she was sweaty and sticky and uncomfortable.

After scooping two ladles of water into the wok, she was already exhausted. Leaning against the stove to rest for a while, she saw that the cold water from the wok earlier was already bubbling, so she could only endure the discomfort and scoop another two, repeating it several times.

Although he was covered in sweat, the soreness in his bones had receded quite a bit.

Sure enough, he had to sweat more before he could get better faster.

Lin Anxin was still exhausted, but she felt better.

After she boiled the water, she thought for a while, then moved to the washstand by the door. She looked at the patched washcloth on the shelf, and then looked at the wooden washbasin.

Lin Anxin wanted to wipe the sweat off her body, so she naturally couldn't use this handkerchief.

Helpless, she could only support herself with the wall and slowly head towards the East Wing. Using the original owner's memories, she found a clean handkerchief that was placed at the bottom of the box. Then, she returned to the stove house.

Although she was so tired that she just wanted to lie down right away, she felt much better.

"Sigh, when will my body recover?" Lin Anxin looked out the window at the ceaseless rain and frowned.

Also, when would the unreliable system have enough energy to "get up" and work?

Thinking of this, it was as if she had fallen into a strange circle, and the result was the same.

Lin Anxin sat in front of the stove for a while, thinking that she couldn't go on like this. First of all, she had to let this family slowly change their attitude towards her, Deng Jingu was needless to say, a loyal fan, while Ji Chunhua's mother-in-law, based on the original owner's memories, was someone who would cause a big commotion. As for Wu Tie, he treated the original owner neither too harshly nor too lightly, with the kind of attitude that wouldn't interfere with his business.

That's right, where's Jinsuo?

She was so busy that she forgot about this mischievous fellow.

"Jinsuo!"

She sat in front of the stove and shouted at the top of her lungs, but no one answered.

Lin Anxin knew that Deng Jinsuo had always hated the original owner and had always been indifferent to him.

She stood up and walked into the living room. As she walked, she shouted again, "Jinsuo, good girl, quickly come out."

Still, Lin Anxin did not hear a sound. She walked to the side of the stairs and leaned against a large wooden pillar, breathing heavily. Her illness had not yet completely healed and she was still feeling weak all over.

"Jinsuo, where are you? Come out quickly. I'll make you something nice to eat."

Deng Jinsuo did not appear. Lin Anxin guessed that he probably ran out again when she was not paying attention.

He probably wouldn't be able to run far in the rain.

Leaning against the wooden pillar, she thought to herself, if I'm wearing this body, even if it's not what I want, then I'm alive. I have to hold on to my nose and try my best to live.

Lin Anxin thought that something had happened to the Deng Family, and for a moment, she was afraid that she would be flustered. Before her body recovered, she would have to live in this house and see these people until she sees them again.

Relying on her memory, she slowly made her way to the stove house. She planned to take advantage of the fire in the stove to help cook something to eat.

Lin Anxin sat down again to rest.

In the modern age, she could be considered the daughter of a rich family. It was a delicate act of not touching the sun and spring water with her ten fingers.

If he wanted her to cook a few decent meals, he might as well not waste time. The original owner remembered that there was a way to cook.

Lin Anxin thought back for a moment: I can't bear to look at it. It's just like putting two ladles of water in a pot of boiling water.

Ji Chunhua is a diligent, capable, family has a lot of autumn pumpkin, each is the size of a small sieve plate.

Although Lin Anxin does not like eating melon, but sometimes eat at restaurants, some friends and family will order a jujube steamed pumpkin.

Nowadays, you've never seen pork run, but you've also seen pigs run, haven't you? She planned to try the dish.

Jujube honey, don't even think about it, definitely not.

She rummaged through the kitchen and found some salt and a sugar bowl, which she reckoned she could scrape off a spoonful and a half.

Just make do with it.

She first peeled the pumpkin, which took a long time. On the way, Lin Anxin took another two breaks before washing up and cutting the pumpkin into small pieces.

When she was done, she looked at the pumpkin slices with varying thickness on the cutting board. Lin Anxin was silent for a long time before she finally found a large bowl and filled the pumpkins with salt and sugar.

Lin Anxin placed the bowl on the bamboo mat and covered it with a wooden lid.

She was finally relieved that she hadn't messed up.

"… …"

She did not know how long she sat in front of the stove to boil the water. She only remembered that she added two or three times cold water to it. Hmm, that bowl of pumpkin was only cooked to a layer of skin on its surface.

The rain and wind outside had lessened, and even the sky had lightened by quite a bit.

She looked outside and saw that lousy kid Deng Jinsuo was still missing.

Lin Anxin didn't intend to go out to look for him. She didn't have the strength to do so, and it was raining heavily. Deng Jinsuo should only be able to play at the neighbors' house.

While she was blindly thinking, the door to the Deng Family was ruthlessly knocked open by someone else.

That's right, it wasn't a push, it was a bump. Lin Anxin sat in the kitchen and could feel the muddy wall shake three times.

"Siya, Siya, where did he go? Where did he die?"

Dunkin Ling's voice sounded anxious and angry, as if a nameless fire was about to erupt at any moment.

Lin Anxin continued to sit there, unmoving. She didn't want to bother with Dunkin Ling — she was the second sister-in-law who had bullied the original owner often before she was married.

"Siya, have you gone deaf or have you gone blind!"

When Dunkin Ling saw that no one responded, she became even more shocked and furious. She suspected that this ingrate who was not familiar with her had run away with her parents.

Lin Anxin sat there unperturbed, with a disdainful twitch of her small mouth.

What could Dunkin Ling do with her?

"Siya, you, you … "You're asking for a beating. I shouted until my throat went dry, yet you're still sitting here as if nothing has happened."

Lin Anxin took the poker in her hand and said coolly, "I did. You didn't hear me."

There was no one in the kitchen, so who knew if she would answer or not?

"Nonsense, why didn't I hear it?" Dunkin Ling was so angry that she cut her with her sharp eyes.

Lin Anxin does not care about this, you cut as much as you like, the best cut the corners of the eye stroke.

She acted like she was a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

Dunkin Ling was angered by her reaction.

"Pah! You're just a scourge, why didn't you die? Why didn't you go back to your parents' home?!" Dunkin Ling had never liked Lin Anxin.

In the past, she could coax some things from her third brother's hands, but ever since Lin Family this damned girl came here, her third brother's heart had always been with this damn girl.

What was there to eat? She couldn't coax him any further. After Deng Jingu got this child's wife, who knew who taught him? He actually took out those good things to win this damned girl's heart.

Dunkin Ling felt that Lin Anxin was definitely the one secretly urging them.

"Thank you. If I am truly a scourge, I will definitely live for a hundred years. Look at what I am doing. Have I never heard of a scourge for a thousand years?" Lin Anxin pouted.

"You!" Dunkin Ling pointed at her, trembling with anger.

This damned girl's little mouth was becoming more and more unreasonable.

"Ha! Relying on the fact that my Jingu loves you less and is smug in front of me and doesn't put me, your second aunt, in his eyes, I'll tell you this. If you don't behave, see how I'll cut you up."

Lin Anxin was also an arrogant girl. She had worn it to this ancient era, and it was even a child bride of extremely low status. However, she was still tough and had a tough personality.

"Hmph, I still don't know who's the real culprit. Brother Jingu indeed dotes on me, afraid that I will get hungry and tire. What's wrong, you're jealous, what can you do?" So, you can only watch on helplessly from the side. Or rather, your boss doesn't treat me like Brother Jingu at all.