My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

night.

The kitchen lights shone on the countertop, and the pork rib soup on the stove was bubbling away, its color having turned milky white.

She was wearing a light gray apron and was putting the last dish of food into a plate.

[The sugar-coated alarm has been triggered.] The system's voice suddenly rang out.

Su Qing paused, "...What alarm?"

[Just kidding, just wanted to remind you that the sugar content of this tomato and egg stir-fry was controlled within plus or minus three percent of the optimal taste value. The egg pieces were intact, scoring 81 points. The tomato juice yield was moderate. Overall rating: Good.]

[Host, your cooking skills have improved.]

Su Qing picked up the plate, her lips twitching slightly: "You've been talking more lately."

[Based on host behavior data analysis, appropriate positive feedback can help improve your learning motivation.]

[This is a pattern I've observed from interactions over the past two months.]

"Alright."

Su Qing carried the dishes out of the kitchen and placed them on the dining table.

Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and winter melon and pork rib soup—two dishes and a soup, each with distinct colors and rising steam.

Jiang Ran was already sitting at the table, chopsticks in hand, waiting for her. When she saw the dishes being served, her eyes lit up, and she looked down to smell the aroma of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Su Qing sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and had just taken a bite of a rib when the system's voice rang out again, this time much more serious.

  

It listed all the expenses for the month from beginning to end: hospitalization fees, examination fees, medication fees, and nutritional injections, totaling more than 50,000 yuan.

Daily expenses after discharge from the hospital: clothes, shoes, schoolbag, groceries, fruit, milk, totaling nearly 20,000 yuan.

The two items together amount to 73,500 yuan.

It then added that the system provides a fixed monthly subsidy of 2,000 yuan, which has already been deposited into the account.

Su Qing paused for a second, her chopsticks holding the ribs hovering in mid-air, before finally placing the ribs into the bowl. Her face remained expressionless, but a voice echoed softly in her mind.

More than 70,000.

She actually thought that 70,000 wasn't a lot.

Su Qing, you've really made something of yourself.

She finished chewing the piece of pork rib in her mouth, swallowed it, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and silently said thank you to herself.

Seventy thousand is not a lot. She would never have dared to think of such a thing before. She's become arrogant, absolutely arrogant!

A subsidy of two thousand yuan is like pouring a small bottle cap of water on a blazing campfire when faced with expenditures of over seventy thousand yuan.

There's no need to worry about tuition fees. After Sister Yaqin put in a good word, Sunshine Elementary School gave us a full subsidy, and even the cost of textbooks was waived.

Even after deducting tuition fees, the remaining expenses are still a considerable sum.

Food cannot be skimped on; fruit and milk are essential. The little one is growing, and the doctor has said that nutrition must keep up.

Su Qing has never been careless about food, and she will never be careless about it in the future.

"[Host,]" the system's tone unusually gentle, "[Considering your current financial situation, I suggest you start planning for a stable source of income. Would you like me to compile a list of part-time jobs for you?]"

Su Qing placed her chopsticks on the bowl and leaned back in her chair.

It's time to find a way to make money.

The little one has settled down. She goes to school during the day and comes back in the afternoon. Since she has nothing to do in between, she might as well go out and find something to do.

She's a strong and healthy adult; she can't let money kill her.

As for being bound to such a stingy system, she decided not to comment.

The word "stingy" flashed through my mind for a moment, then the system remained silent before calmly responding: [The subsidy standards for the Fate Completion System are stipulated by the core agreement, and cannot be adjusted by my individual system.]

[However, considering that the host is working hard to complete the mission, I've decided to overlook that adjective from before <(｀^´)>]

Su Qing's lips twitched as she looked at the emoticon, then she picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and put it into Jiang Ran's bowl, ignoring it completely.

Jiang Ran was eating with her head down when she suddenly looked up, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

Su Qing glanced at her, waiting for her to speak.

The little one hesitated for a few seconds, put down his chopsticks, placed his hands neatly on his knees, and then asked softly, "Sister, why didn't you agree to take the car together, as Aunt Sun mentioned today? Won't it be too tiring for you to pick me up every day?"

Su Qing leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, watching her.

The little one wasn't asking for herself; she wasn't saying, "I want to ride in a nice car." She was worrying for her.

This seven-year-old girl, who hasn't even fully sorted out her own affairs, is already worrying about the adults.

Su Qing reached out and gently flicked Jiang Ran's forehead with her fingertips: "Sister, aren't you tired?"

Her tone carried a hint of arrogance that wasn't entirely candid, but the force in her hand was very light; her fingertips lingered on Jiang Ran's forehead for a moment before withdrawing.

Then Su Qing changed the subject, turning the tables: "But you, spending all your time in class, bombarded with Chinese, math, and English problems, must be exhausted by all those math questions."

Jiang Ran blinked, a subtle pause appearing in her expression.

She looked down at the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table, then looked up at Su Qing. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but wasn't sure if she should.

Two seconds later, she whispered, "Sister... I can tell the answers to those math problems at a glance."

"Today the teacher gave me a fourth-grade worksheet, and I finished it in ten minutes. The teacher said I can skip a grade..."

Su Qing "..."

Su Qing's posture, leaning back in her chair, froze for a moment.

She recalled how she used to stay up late every night studying elementary school math textbooks, gritting her teeth at the chicken-and-rabbit problem, and being solemnly analyzed by the system as to "the core of this problem lies in understanding the relationship between the number of intervals and the number of trees".

Then she remembered the expression on Jiang Ran's face when she tilted her head and said, "If they were all chickens, they would have twenty legs," on the blackboard that day. She was innocent, serious, and had a kind of pure innocence that made her completely unaware that she had just crushed the only adult present.

"……oh."

Su Qing picked up her water glass, took a sip, suppressed the subtle expression on her face, and regained her composure, "That's good. Keep up the good work, and come back to brag to your sister when you learn calculus."

Jiang Ran tilted her head, as if she was thinking about what "calculus" was.

She didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded obediently and picked up her spoon to continue drinking the soup.

Jiang Ran's lips curled into a small smile. Her sister had just said, "I'll show off when I learn calculus." Her sister would always be there for her, and that was enough.

Su Qing put the dishes and chopsticks in the sink, turned on the tap, and the sound of running water filled the air.

She put the washed dishes into the drainer, dried her hands, leaned against the counter, and started thinking about making money again.

The system then suggested: [Possible employment options for the host include manual labor: portering, loading and unloading, construction work, and food delivery.]

[Based on your previous experience, you have experience in all of these jobs.]

[Technical skills: No matching skills available.]

[Service Category: No matching experience available.]

[Freelance: No matching resources available.]

Su Qing did not refute.

When she was a boy, she did all sorts of jobs: carrying bricks on construction sites, unloading goods in warehouses, and delivering food in the early hours of the morning. These were all dirty and tiring jobs, but the money came in relatively quickly.

Now that my body has changed gender, my strength is definitely not as good as before, but I have the advantage of being young and able to carry heavy loads. These jobs have low barriers to entry, are easy to learn, and have flexible hours, so they don't affect my ability to pick up and drop off Xiao Ran.

As for technical and service skills, the system was right; she really didn't have any outstanding skills.

"Let's give it a try," she thought to the system. "I'll do whatever makes money."

[One more thing to remind the host.] The system's tone was more formal than before.

[According to the mission agreement, your health will be reset to normal levels when you complete the mission seven years later.]

[In other words, whatever health problems you encounter during these seven years, as long as you don't reach the point of death, you can recover after completing the mission.]

Therefore, it is recommended that while you are making money, you don't neglect your health.

Su Qing paused for a moment while wiping the stove, then continued wiping with even pressure and without stopping.

She silently replied in her mind, "I understand."

But... is it necessary to be too harsh?

That's easy to say, but every single item on that list of physically demanding tasks that the system just compiled is physically demanding.

But it doesn't matter. Seven years is neither a long nor a short time. We raised Xiao Ran to the age of fifteen. Whether she was healthy or not, tired or not, or whether she ate on time during that time, it didn't matter.

As long as it doesn't drive you crazy, it's fine.

She wrung out the rag, hung it up, and glanced at the living room.

Jiang Ran had finished eating and was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, holding the lop-eared rabbit in her arms.

The TV was showing a science channel, with several brightly colored dinosaurs wagging their tails on the screen, and a narrator introducing the Cretaceous ecosystem in a serious tone.

The little guy watched intently, his rabbit slippers swaying gently with the dinosaur's movements.

Su Qing leaned against the kitchen door frame and watched her for a while.

From age seven to fifteen, from first grade to high school, she transformed from a little mushroom huddled in the corner of the balcony into a young woman capable of facing the world on her own.

She wanted to give her everything she was entitled to and teach her everything she was entitled to before that happened.