Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

"It has to be my sister!"

"With money, I can bribe the boss and get the job done. You don't know, that boss has a big appetite. Last time I went to see him, he implied that I shouldn't even think about getting in the door without eighty-eight yuan."

"Once I have a job, I'll be able to earn a salary, and then I can take care of my family and be filial to my parents."

He spoke it fluently, and the words "filial piety to parents" came out of his mouth like he was reciting a memorized text, without a trace of emotion.

Chang Kun felt disdain.

With a character like that, how could he possibly consider others? He probably only cares about himself.

"How much did my sister bring?" Fan Laibao couldn't help but ask directly.

"two hundred."

Even if Chang Kun doesn't say it, he'll probably find out from his parents later.

"Two hundred?" Fan Laibao was startled, the front of the car wobbled, and he quickly steadied it.

He turned to look at Chang Kun, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

"Where did my sister get so much money?"

Chang Kun said in a calm tone, "Your sister borrowed money from various families to scrape together this amount of money."

Fan Laibao's eyes darted around again, as if he was pondering something, and he didn't press the matter of the loan.

Chang Kun could tell from his eyes that although the kid didn't ask any questions, he was already calculating the money in his mind.

After riding for a while longer, Fan Laibao suddenly said, "Um... let's not eat out today."

Chang Kun raised an eyebrow: "What?"

"I suddenly remembered that I have something urgent to do."

Fan Laibao turned the car around and headed onto another street.

"Let's find somewhere to grab a quick bite, just to tide us over, and then I'll treat you properly tonight. Tonight it'll be my treat, a fancy restaurant, some hearty dishes, and we'll have a good drink together."

Chang Kun understood his explanation perfectly.

What's with all this talk of urgent business and insisting on treating me tonight? This kid's got his eye on those two hundred yuan.

He was in a hurry to go back because he wanted to intercept his father before he could pay the money back.

"Okay, you decide what to do." Chang Kun didn't expose him.

Fan Laibao rode his bike onto a small street and stopped in front of a shop. Before he could even stand properly, he jumped off the bike and almost fell.

"This restaurant, Jiu Meizhai, is from Tangshan and has been open for many years."

Pushing open the glass door, I went inside. There were a few wooden tables with several people sitting there, and the air was filled with the aroma of meat and noodles.

This is a time-honored brand in Tangshan. It started by making chess piece-shaped sesame cakes and later also sold steamed buns, wontons, and stir-fries.

Fan Laibao found a seat by the window and, without even asking Chang Kun what he wanted to eat, shouted towards the counter, "Two steamers of buns, quick!"

After ordering, she remembered that Chang Kun was sitting next to her, so she quickly added, "What would you like to eat? Anything else?"

Chang Kun waved his hand: "That's enough."

"No way! Then add another pound of pig intestines!"

Chang Kun sneered inwardly. He thought this kid would be busy going home to make money, but he didn't expect him to not even let this meal go.

The steamed buns were served quickly, piping hot, with exactly eighteen pleats on the white dough. The filling was pork and scallion, and the oil oozes out when you bite into them.

Fan Laibao picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so hot that he hissed and gasped for breath, but he didn't stop eating. He finished it off in a few bites.

"You should try it! It tastes absolutely amazing!"

Chang Kun picked one up and ate it slowly. The skin was thin, the filling was generous, and the meat filling was firm. It was indeed very good.

Fan Laibao ate the steamed buns so fast it was like he was grabbing them, and he only slowed down after almost finishing a whole steamer.

He wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Chang Kun, and suddenly said with a smile.

"Um... my wife also loves these steamed buns, so I'll bring two baskets home later..."

"Then bring a few more baskets, so your parents can have some too."

Fan Laibao was taken aback for a moment, then his smile widened and he nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, you're so thoughtful. Take a few baskets back for your parents to try too."

Chang Kun slowly swallowed the steamed bun and didn't say anything more.

This kid never thinks about his parents, he only mentions them when he has money. He's been holding back his anger for a long time.

Give this kid more food now, and we won't hold back when we beat him up later.

Fan Laibao had no idea what Chang Kun was thinking. He happily called over the waiter and ordered three more baskets of food, two for his wife and one for his parents.

After finishing his meal, Fan Laibao wiped his mouth, burped, and made a gesture as if to take out his money.

He rummaged in his pocket for a while, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, looked at it, and put it back.

He reached into the inside pocket of his shirt, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything.

Finally, they even turned the back pockets inside out, and the pockets were completely empty.

Seeing their awkwardness, Chang Kun stood up: "Let me do it!"

Fan Laibao let out a long breath, rubbed his hands together, and smiled broadly.

"How could you have spent so much? I said I'd treat you, I really... I'm so sorry..."

Chang Kun glanced at him and said indifferently, "Let's go."

Fan Laibao nodded repeatedly and rushed to push the door open, saying, "Slow down, slow down, watch out for the steps, over here, over here."

A cool breeze blew in from outside the door.

Chang Kun took a deep breath. The autumn air carried a dry, cool breeze, which made the fire in his heart burn even brighter.

Fan Laibao pushed out his bicycle, patted the back seat, and said with a smile, "Let's hurry home."

Chang Kun glanced at him, said nothing, and sat down.

Fan Laibao pedaled his bicycle, his mood noticeably better than when he arrived, and he started humming a Pingju opera tune again.

When the two returned home, the gate to the courtyard was half open, and they could hear people talking inside before they even went in.

There was another person in the main room, a woman in her fifties with gray hair, wearing a faded blue cotton jacket with white edges worn on the cuffs.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her eyelids drooping, and she was squinting as if she had been stung by something. She had to bring her face very close to see things.

The old lady was bending over, holding the edge of the table with one hand and holding a bowl in the other, carefully placing it in front of Xiao Shui.

Xiao Shui stared blankly at her grandmother, probably never expecting her grandmother to look like this.

Fan Laibao entered the house and called out to the old lady, "Mom, when did you get back?"

The old lady looked up, squinting at Fan Laibao's direction: "Laibao's back? Didn't you say you were going out to eat?"

Fan Laibao put the oil paper package in his hand on the table, patted it, and raised his voice a few decibels, as if afraid that the people in the room would not hear him.

"Mom, I brought you some steamed buns from Jiu Meizhai. Try them."

He paused, then added, "I rode my bike all the way back in one go, and the steamed buns are still warm. Aren't you filial?"

Chang Kun remained silent for a moment.

This kid's skin is as thick as a city wall. I was right behind him, and he still managed to claim that he bought the steamed buns himself...