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

"Brother Yan, that guy surnamed Xiao from Xicheng wants to invite you to dinner."

"I'm not going. That guy surnamed Xiao's main job is running the black market. He's a bit radical and different from us who have regular jobs. We should just use our connections to make some extra money. Let's not put the cart before the horse."

"Sure, some of the people in our team who have had a lot of contact with him say that he has some personality issues. Yan-ge, shall we go back and have a drink later?" Zhou Nan has been married for several years. His wife doesn't work and is a good cook. He often brings friends home for dinner, and no matter what time it is, his wife has to get up and cook.

"What time is it? Be nicer to your sister-in-law. Don't bring people back for dinner all the time. It's not easy for her to raise two children."

"It's alright, she doesn't work, she just cooks a few meals, how could that be tiring for her?" Zhou Nan was very chauvinistic. He earned the money, he handled the affairs, and he didn't allow his wife to interfere in anything outside the home. All she had to do was cook and take care of the children.

This is a family matter, and Zhou Nan's wife is happy with this lifestyle, so Mo Yan, as an outsider, shouldn't say too much.

Mo Yan's home was relatively close, so Zhou Nan first took him home, and then rode his tricycle home himself. Mo Yan's house was his own, not allocated by the steel factory. It was an independent courtyard, much larger than the courtyard allocated to the Lian family by the factory. This house was bought by his adoptive mother after she brought him to the city when he was young.

On the surface, Mo Yan's mother was actually his nanny. Back when the situation in China began to worsen, their family was classified as capitalists. The elders in the family began to plan for a branch of the family to separate. They didn't want to put all their eggs in one basket, so their branch chose to stay in China and donated the family's factory assets. However, as the situation changed, their branch also felt the pressure. After a period of chaos, the two-year-old Mo Yan was entrusted to a nanny by his mother.

When his family left, his adoptive mother took some valuables and took him back to her hometown. She told everyone that her husband had died and that she and her child were left alone to return home. His adoptive mother had lived in their house for half her life and had also been married before, but her husband had died of a sudden illness and she had lost her child. According to the timeline, his adoptive mother's child was the same age as him. The people investigating his family thought that he had been taken away by his family, which perfectly concealed his identity.

The surname Mo is the surname of the man whose adoptive mother passed away. In fact, he should have been surnamed Wei. His adoptive mother did not remarry after returning to her hometown, but raised him as a widow.

Because his biological mother had taught him to read when his adoptive mother was with the Wei family, and there weren't many literate women in those days, and he had a good social class background, the government arranged for him to work in the neighborhood. His adoptive mother was also a person with vision and knowledge, and she never let him go hungry even in the most difficult times. His entire childhood and adolescence were peaceful and happy, and he knew nothing about his own background. It wasn't until he recovered from his injuries and returned home that his adoptive mother, who was seriously ill, secretly told him about his background.

He was truly incredulous at the time. His foster mother held his hand, her voice trembling, and said, "Yan'er, if it weren't for those accidents, I would only be your nanny. I should be calling you 'Young Master.' Don't blame your mother. She didn't know if she could leave successfully and didn't dare to take the risk of raising a two-year-old child. She left most of her valuables to me, only asking that I take care of you for a while. She is a very good person. I came to her side when I was six years old and learned to read and write with her. You could say that she saved me in this life. Even if she leaves me nothing, I will still take good care of you."

"Mother, are you telling the truth? I'm a capitalist's child?"

"Capitalists can be good or bad. Your mother said that the general direction of policy should not be changed for the sake of a particular family. When the wheels of history roll over, it is normal for ordinary people to become victims. This process is not even about good or bad. Your mother taught me, and I raised you. You should have your own judgment."

"What should I do?" Mo Yan's beliefs were shaken, and he murmured helplessly.

"There's nothing to do. Just adjust your thinking according to the situation. You're a smart kid. When things change, you'll know what to do. For now, just go to work." After saying this, his foster mother told him where she had hidden the valuables she had brought from the Wei family. Apart from the expenses for buying this courtyard, the valuables had hardly been touched. It was a considerable sum of money.

Six months later, his adoptive mother passed away, leaving him alone in the courtyard.

Mo Yan opened the lunchbox he had brought back from the Lian family. The food inside was still a little warm. He took out his chopsticks and, while it was still warm, finished off the whole box of rice and the two boxes of vegetables.

While washing the lunchbox, he muttered to himself, "This girl's cooking skills are so-so, but she's bold in using seasonings."

His adoptive mother had been raised in a large family and had received culinary training. Her cooking skills were superb; she could make all sorts of dishes from ordinary ingredients. She had spoiled his palate, and he could eat his fill of simple, bland dishes. But when it came to appreciating fine cuisine, he was capable of doing so and could even cook a few good dishes.

The next day after get off work, Mo Yan deliberately found a quiet place, handed the lunchbox to Lian Sanzhu, and said to Lian Yanyan, "It's delicious."

"I'm not very good at cooking, and the taste is just average. Thank you for the compliment."

"It's really delicious. Um, my friend gave me two movie tickets for this weekend. Do you want to go?" Mo Yan asked, looking at the girl's porcelain-white profile.

"This weekend? No, I need to go back to my grandparents' hometown this week to get some things."

"Do you have a lot of stuff? Around what time will you be back? I can borrow a tricycle to help you haul it back."

Lian Yanyan gave him a formal once-over before accepting his offer: "It should be around 3 PM on Sunday afternoon. You probably have a lot of stuff, and it's really inconvenient for you to get home from the bus station. Thank you for your help."

"No trouble at all. I happen to be off this weekend too, and I don't have anything to do. I'll wait for you outside the bus station." Mo Yan responded readily. The security department works in three shifts, so he doesn't actually get a day off this weekend. But that doesn't matter; he can just find someone to switch shifts with.

"it is good."

As they approached the Lian family's courtyard, Lian Sanzhu, who hadn't spoken a word the entire way, quietly asked, "Yanzi, are you dating that security guard?"

"Not yet, Uncle, please don't tell anyone."

"I won't say, but back in the village, when two families wanted to get married, they had to inquire about each other's families. Did you inquire about that person's family?"

Lian Yanyan glanced at her uncle in surprise: "You know about this too? Back in the village, your grandparents arranged blind dates for you?"