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Chapter 10 State-owned Hotel
Wen Ci slurped up a mouthful of noodles: "I'm fine with anything."

After finishing their noodles, Huo Jingyuan was clearing the dishes to wash them when Wen Ci said righteously, "I'll wash the dishes. It's the rule that you cook and I wash the dishes!"

Wen Ci is from Sichuan and Chongqing.

In a marriage, whoever cooks must wash the dishes.

This is the education Wen Ci received from a young age.
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In the evening, an uninvited guest arrived at the Huo family's residence.

Wen Ci was watching a black-and-white screen TV at home. Huo Jingyuan was not home because he had to handle matters related to the house, so Wen Ci was the only one left at home.

There was a knock on the door.

Wen Ci went to open the door, and the person who came in was Jiang Zhenjun.

The original owner's biological father.

"Where's Huo Jingyuan?" Jiang Zhenjun frowned slightly when he saw Wen Ci. He exuded a frightening aura of a person in a position of power. "Are you home alone?"

Wen Ci shrugged: "Otherwise what?"

Wen Ci was fearless in the face of such an aura of authority.

In her past life, she killed countless infected humans on the battlefield.

The murderous aura was palpable, but it had been subdued.

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Jiang Zhenjun narrowed his eyes and questioned, "I'm your father, what kind of tone and attitude is this?"

Wen Ci smiled, met his gaze, and said calmly, "Did you ever raise me?"

With just one sentence, the atmosphere was brought to a near-zero hour.

Jiang Zhenjun's anger dissipated with those words. He slightly composed himself and asked again, "Where is Huo Jingyuan?"

"I don't know," Wen Ci replied lazily.

"I heard you jumped into the sea during the day?"

Wen Ci chuckled, "I call that swimming." Suddenly, Wen Ci saw Huo Jingyuan talking to someone not far away, raised her hand and pointed in that direction, "Look, Huo Jingyuan is over there, go find him yourself."

After saying that, Wen Ci closed the door.

Ha, even his cheapskate father comes to our door to put on airs. Instead of chatting with him, you might as well go back and watch black and white TV.

Wen Ci returned to the living room, happily watching television. In this era, the number of television programs available was extremely limited, but the quality was exceptionally high.
A short while later, Wen Ci heard the sound of a key opening the door.

Judging from the footsteps in the courtyard, there are two people.

Wen Ci's lips twitched; even her cheapskate father had arrived.

"Uncle Jiang, would you like some water? I'll pour you some."

"No need. I just heard that Xiao Ci jumped into the sea, so I came to see her. Uncle will treat you to dinner at the state-run restaurant tonight."

Huo Jingyuan was about to refuse.

“I want to go.” Wen Ci’s voice rang out. She walked to the door and looked at the two people in the courtyard. She said slowly, “I’ve been in the capital for so long, and I haven’t eaten at a state-run restaurant yet.”

The original owner of this body had eaten mostly unhealthy and unpalatable food since childhood, and even after being taken home by the Jiang family, she had never eaten at a state-run restaurant.

Huo Jingyuan agreed: "Then Uncle Jiang, we'll meet tonight."

Jiang Zhenjun glanced at Wen Ci and felt that his biological daughter had changed a bit. When he brought her back, she was cautious, timid, and weak.

But now all of that is gone.
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The military compound in Beijing has an extremely advantageous location. It is right next to a main street, and it takes about six or seven minutes to walk to the city's state-run restaurants.

After leaving the compound, Wen Ci couldn't help but look around. The capital city was indeed a capital city, but it was different from what she had seen before.

There were no bustling cars or tall buildings on the streets.

The houses on both sides of the road were all red brick and tile houses, most of which were only one or two stories high. Tall trees were planted every few meters along the roadside, and Wen Ci only recognized the willow trees among them.

(End of this chapter)