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

The mall wasn't far away, and the group walked over. Their appearances were quite eye-catching: one had red hair, another was half-bald, and Chen Axiong's clothes and hair were normal, but he had tattoos on his arms and a bandit-like air about him.

Normally, the appearance of the three of them wouldn't have attracted much attention, but Lin Wanzhen happened to be mixed in with them. She had a well-behaved face, was dressed smartly, and had a superior temperament, like a good girl who had been tricked out by a rascal.

The clothing shop owner hesitated to speak, but the bedding shop owner directly reminded her.

"Little girl, what's your relationship with them?"

"Hey, what do you mean?" Mingzai immediately lost his temper.

Lin Wanzhen's smile remained unchanged, and her tone was firm: "Don't worry, boss, it's my cousin who helped me carry my things. I wasn't scammed."

"That's good. Be careful, the streets aren't safe."

"Okay, thank you, boss." Lin Wanzhen touched the various fabrics with her hands and chose one that was soft and gentle on the skin.

Mingzai was pulled aside by Daya to stop him from getting angry. He observed Lin Wanzhen buying things with a cold eye. She didn't ask about the brand or price, but instead touched the items herself and only bought them if she felt comfortable with them. She would state the size and not bargain. She was very efficient.

After spending over six thousand yuan, Lin Wanzhen stopped. It was enough for her basic living expenses. She could buy more later, mainly because she was hungry.

Back home, Chen Axiong acted like a mother hen, clearing out the old clothes, bedding, and refrigerator, first moving them to the top floor where he and his grandmother lived, and then helping her put away the new things.

"Alright, that's about it. I'll pack up slowly myself in a bit. I'm hungry, let me go downstairs and treat you to dinner." Lin Wanzhen gathered her hair and tied her half-shoulder long hair into a loose bun.

"The beef noodle soup shop on the corner is really good, let's go there." Chen Axiong chose a well-established shop with reasonable prices.

"Is it far?" Lin Wanzhen didn't think much of it; she was exhausted after such a long day.

"It's not far; you can see a corner of that sign from the balcony inside."

Shops that have been open for many years on the old street usually have very good food, and this was the place where she asked for the address that morning.

"Uncle Wu, four bowls of noodles," Chen Axiong turned to her and asked, "Can Wanzhen eat spicy food?"

"Add just a little bit of spice." This body rarely has the opportunity to eat spicy food. When she was in the Lin family, she was not allowed to eat anything with strong flavors or smells. Fish, shrimp, crab, and the like were mainly steamed, and the dipping sauces were all light.

"Put less chili in one bowl, and the other three bowls are normal."

"Okay, just wait and see," Uncle Wu replied, glancing at Lin Wanzhen.

Mingzai and Daya came in a little later, one carrying a few side dishes and the other carrying four drinks.

"New cousin, Xuanxuan, what would you like to drink?" Mingzai asked enthusiastically as he placed the drink on the table.

Chen Axiong slapped him on the back of the head: "What do you mean? Call her by her name."

"Oh, cousin Wanzhen."

Lin Wanzhen didn't take it to heart and smiled as she chose a cup of lemon tea.

"That's a bit astringent, how about you have some iced lemon tea?" Chen Axiong recommended.

"It's okay, I'll try it. If I don't like it, I won't drink it next time." Lin Wanzhen inserted a straw and took a sip. The sour taste was alright, acceptable.

Da Ya laid out several dishes: roast goose, fish balls, rice cakes, and two stir-fried vegetables.

The original owner was under strict control and could not eat these things normally. He only ate these snacks when he was a child and when his grandmother was still alive. The less he could eat them, the more fragrant the taste of those memories became.

Lin Wanzhen felt her mouth watering rapidly, picked up her chopsticks, and headed straight for the roast goose.

"Do you like to eat?" Chen Axiong asked with a smile as he watched her eat the street food one bite after another.

"Yes, my grandmother took me to eat this a few times when I was little, but I haven't been able to eat it since."

Why?

Lin Wanzhen paused in her chopsticks. Why? Because Lin Fusheng wanted to cultivate a vase who was both beautiful and innocent, simple, pure, and easy to control, whose every movement, sitting and lying down had to conform to standards. This wasn't raising a daughter, but rather cultivating a useful tool.

"Because the food we eat needs to be strictly controlled, we can't eat any food outside the plan," Lin Wanzhen said, picking at the details.

"So what do you all eat? Caviar? Red wine? Salmon?"

"almost."

"That must taste delicious."

"It's not good. The caviar is fishy and salty, the salmon has little flavor and is too fatty, and the red wine is astringent."

"Huh? How is that possible? In the movies, those rich people love to eat it, and they even like to have it flown in by air."

"That's all foreign propaganda and brainwashing, just to make money off us."

"Do those wealthy people have no sense of taste?"

"They don't eat these every day; they eat normal meals normally."

"Ah!" Mingzai's tone was filled with disappointment. So, those rich people actually eat no different things from street thugs like them?

Lin Wanzhen enjoyed a very satisfying dinner and took out money to give to Chen Axiong: "I promised to treat you all to dinner today, but you all ended up paying."

Chen Axiong stuffed her money into his handbag: "It's just a meal, consider it our welcome dinner. If you want to treat, there will be plenty of opportunities."

"That's right, cousin Wanzhen, once we're settled in, you can cook for us!"

"Uh, I probably won't be able to."

"I should learn, I'll have to cook at home eventually, and there are no chefs or servants to serve me now," Mingzai said carelessly.

Chen Axiong used a bit of force to slap him on the back of the head.

"Wanzhen, ignore him."

"It's okay, he's right." She needs to make money quickly; she wants a chef and maid to serve her.

Mingzai, used to being beaten by Ah Xiong, grinned and said, "See? I was right."

He was talking about learning to cook.

The two people were thinking in opposite directions.

After changing the bedding, Lin Wanzhen was no longer allergic, but she still didn't sleep well. There was no air conditioning, so the room was damp and hot. The window facing the street was open, and the street was still noisy until late at night, with shopkeepers greeting customers, diners talking drunkenly, and occasionally a few angry shouts.

The next morning, Lin Wanzhen woke up early. She wanted to sleep a little longer, but the awakening of her body woke up her stomach, and she was hungry.

The aroma of breakfast wafted from downstairs, making me even hungrier.

She got up, changed into the clothes she bought yesterday, and went downstairs for breakfast. At this time, everyone was getting ready for work, and as an unfamiliar face, she inevitably attracted attention in the corridor.

Lin Wanzhen walked calmly through the corridor, went downstairs to have breakfast, and when she returned, there were several people gathered at her door.

"Ah Xiong, is that really your cousin?"

"It definitely is, that girl looks a lot like the old lady's daughter."

"It's similar, yet it's not."

"What do you mean by similar or not? I don't even know if they can get used to life here."

"You have to live with it even if you can't get used to it. What can she do? She's just unlucky!"