Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

In the Lian family's courtyard, the old lady, a little worried about her granddaughter who had gone inside, stood at the door and said, "Yanzi, how about Grandma steams some egg custard for you later?"

The current Lian Yanyan is not the original owner, so naturally she won't be sad. Wu Qingya's departure was within her expectations, and even ended more quickly than she anticipated. Her current behavior is just to create an atmosphere.

However, Lian Yanyan was genuinely saddened when she heard that the old lady was going to make her steamed egg custard. It wasn't because of the eggs, but because there were only eggs. Her soul came from the future, an era where delicious food could be eaten anytime, anywhere. When she arrived here, she had just brought the Lian family to the city and had a meal of meat dishes at a state-run restaurant. The rest of the time, she had only eaten bland and watery food. Her grandmother was reluctant to add oil when cooking, and meat was not always available. She was so hungry.

As Lian Yanyan opened the door and stepped out, she said, "Grandma, don't steam it anymore, just fry some eggs, I'll make it."

"Frying eggs uses too much oil."

"It's okay, my uncle and I will line up to buy meat and eggs this weekend," Lian Yanyan said, rolling up her sleeves.

The old lady was used to being frugal, and she truly loved her granddaughter, but when her granddaughter scooped out a large spoonful of oil, at that moment, what she felt most sorry for was the oil.

"Oh dear, Swallow, you don't need to put in so much! It's too much, too much! Take some back."

Lian Yanyan deftly placed the lard into the already heated pot, the oil sizzling as it went: "Grandma, it's alright."

"You silly girl, this isn't how you live! You already have eggs, yet you put in so much oil. It's such a waste!" The old lady slapped her thigh in distress.

Lian Sanzhu, who was tending the fire under the stove, got up and pushed his mother out, saying, "Mother, Yanzi knows what she's doing. You go out and wait to eat."

"Hey, she's stir-frying cabbage too?" Grandma Lian grabbed the kitchen door frame. "Yanzi, Grandma will cook it. You don't know how to stew cabbage."

Lian Sanzhu was strong; with a single effort, he lifted his mother out of the kitchen and closed the door behind her: "Yanzi, you do the cooking. Your uncle will watch the fire for you."

Outside, the old lady was still knocking on the door, and the old man heard the noise from inside the room, so he came over and took her away.

Lian Yanyan, who had originally planned to make scrambled eggs: "..."

Forget it, let's make another one, stewed cabbage? It's just stewed cabbage with only a little oil and salt as seasoning. She's had enough of eating it for several days in a row.

There were dried chili peppers and vinegar in the kitchen, so Lian Yanyan decided to stir-fry some hot and sour cabbage.

During the meal, Lian Sanzhu ate the spicy and sour cabbage one bite after another with his chopsticks, saying, "Delicious, delicious! As expected of Yanzi, she makes it much better than Mom."

Grandma Lian looked at the oil stains in the dish with heartache: "With so much oil, even stir-frying shoe soles would taste good. Besides, why put vinegar in cabbage? It looks weird."

"Grandpa, Grandma, the stir-fried cabbage is a bit tough, why don't you eat the eggs instead?"

Grandpa Lian was quite accepting of some new dishes: "It's alright, you chopped it finely. I'm not so old that I can't even eat cabbage. This sour and spicy dish is quite delicious."

When there are no other vegetables, the old man can eat cabbage stalks raw with dipping sauce and still enjoy it.

Even though Grandma couldn't bear to eat, she kept eating with pickled vegetables. Lian Yanyan couldn't stand this behavior, so she picked up a big piece of scrambled eggs and put it in Grandma's bowl: "Grandma, you eat."

"No need, this rice is all refined grains, it's fine for me. The good dishes are for the people who do the hard work at home."

"Grandma, who didn't contribute? My uncle and I work to earn money, you cook at home, and Grandpa goes out to queue for groceries. All four of us contribute. If you want to do this, from now on, every time the food is served, just divide it into four portions. No waste allowed."

"I'm fine with anything."

The old man made the final decision: "Listen to the child."

The old lady didn't argue anymore and ate the egg.

After finishing the meal and cleaning up, the old lady spoke again in the main room: "Yanzi, could you send a message home asking us to bring some sauce? We don't even have any sauce at home; the sauce in the store is too expensive."

"Unless we go back ourselves, which involves several transfers, and the sauce is heavy, it's inconvenient for anyone to carry it."

"When can we go back? We still have some warm clothes to bring from home, we can't buy everything new." When they came, the elderly couple were still unsure whether they could stay in the city, so when packing their clothes, they only brought the more presentable ones.

"Next week, it'll be almost 49 days since my dad passed away. My uncle and I will take a day off, and with Sunday, we'll make a round trip in two days."

The atmosphere at the dinner table turned somber when Lian Dazhu was mentioned, especially for the two elderly people. The sudden death of their eldest son had been a huge blow to them. They seemed fine now because they had found a pillar of support in life. They wanted to help their eldest son take care of his only bloodline and wanted to see their youngest son work hard and marry a good wife.

But the passing of a loved one is not just a momentary sorrow, but a lingering sadness for the rest of one's life. You may suddenly think of your deceased loved one at an unexpected moment, and your heart will ache.

"How could someone just die like that?" the old woman said, wiping away her tears.

The old man sighed deeply. He was perfectly fine, so how could his eldest son, whom he was most proud of, suddenly be gone? Ever since he received the news, the old man hadn't been able to sleep well. He would always think about trivial things at night. He and his wife had never done anything wrong, no matter how difficult things had been. What kind of divine retribution had befallen their eldest son? How could he have died so young?

When they were young, they lost four children before the third son. At that time, life was hard enough, and they didn't have time to grieve. Now that they are old, they can't get over the loss of their eldest son. If it weren't for their granddaughter going back and bringing the three of them to the city, and getting a job for their mentally challenged youngest son, who had a pillar of support to cheer them up, they probably wouldn't have lived much longer.

"Alright, don't make the children cry. They have to go to work tomorrow morning." The old man pulled his wife to wash up. Back in the village, the two of them were known as the cleanest people, but they didn't have the habit of brushing their teeth every day. Now that they're here, their granddaughter said that city people like to be clean, so they should brush their teeth at least once a day.

That night, Lian Sanzhu was already asleep. The old couple slept on the big bed, with a hot water bottle that their granddaughter had bought for them at their feet. The old lady said softly, "Yanzi is much more resourceful than Dazhu."

"It's not a bad thing either. This girl grew up in the city, so she's seen a lot and is efficient in handling things." The old man added, thinking to himself that this granddaughter was not only efficient in handling things, but also ruthless and capable of doing things, combining the characteristics of both her parents.

Such a person can protect those she is willing to protect, but once you break her heart, she can immediately turn her back on you.

"What's a good thing about being too headstrong?"

"She's not all tough; she's very adaptable. For example, when it comes to food, if she knows she can't reason with you and wants something different, she'll just cook it herself."