Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

Is that so?

The hair accessories were colorful, some adorned with sparkling beads, others tied into bow shapes, all shimmering in the sunlight.

And those nylon stockings, thin and shiny, with pretty patterns printed on them.

There were also colorful men's and women's underwear, and all kinds of bras, some with lace trim and some made of pure cotton. Li Xiaojuan was dazzled by the sight and her face flushed red.

How... how can you put this kind of thing out for sale?

"Look, here are jeans and bell-bottoms that young people on the street love to wear."

The trousers were wide-legged, swinging as they walked, making them look energetic.

Zhang Wenying pulled Li Xiaojuan to a clothing stall, pointed to a pair of light blue washed jeans, and said, "Juan'er, try these on, they'll definitely look good."

Li Xiaojuan looked at the slightly tight jeans, feeling both curious and shy.

She hesitated before taking the pants, holding them up to her chest, and finally shook her head: "Mom, these pants are too tight. I feel really embarrassed wearing them."

Zhang Wenying smiled.

"You're only twenty-three this year, the prime of your life."

If you don't dress up now, when you reach your mother's age, you won't be able to pull off the same look anymore.

As she spoke, she picked up a floral chiffon blouse and held it up against Li Xiaojuan.

"Go change and see."

Mom has made up her mind. When we get back, she'll find someone to make some shelves. You can wholesale some of the clothes and small items from here in that empty shop next to mine and sell them.

Look at these styles, they're quite rare in our city, I guarantee they'll sell well.

Li Xiaojuan was persuaded by her mother's words. She took the floral shirt, looked at the jeans, gritted her teeth, and finally nodded. She then took the clothes and went into the makeshift fitting room made of a curtain behind the stall.

When she came out again, Zhang Wenying's eyes lit up.

The floral shirt made her skin look even fairer, and the jeans accentuated her long legs, making her look both stylish and neat.

No wonder young people in the 80s were so fond of jeans.

Zhang Wenying looked at them, then picked out a pair of white canvas shoes from a nearby stall and had Li Xiaojuan put them on.

Even the shopkeeper selling clothes next to her couldn't help but praise her after seeing this outfit: "This girl has such a great figure; she looks like a TV star in this outfit."

Li Xiaojuan was embarrassed by the praise, looked down at herself, but couldn't help but smile slightly.

The person in the mirror was indeed completely different from before.

Zhang Wenying nodded in satisfaction, took out her wallet, and paid the bill.

"Boss, how about the wholesale price?"

To be honest, we're here to buy goods, and we'll be regular customers.

The shoe store owner also promoted his shoes and offered a discount.

Standing in front of the mirror, Li Xiaojuan looked at her transformed self and felt a surge of confidence she had never felt before.

Finally, Zhang Wenying bought Li Xiaojuan a shirt, a pair of long legs, several pairs of nylon stockings, and a few hair accessories.

The mother and daughter, carrying large and small bags, strolled around the commercial street for a full two hours before heading home.

Zhang Wenying also went to the meat stall and bought ten jin of beef and ten jin of pork.

The meat from this morning has already been mostly sold out.

After a busy day, both mother and daughter were exhausted, but felt incredibly fulfilled.

"Mom, when we get busy, we won't be able to take care of my little sister anymore."

Looking at the sky, Li Xiaojuan was a little worried about her younger sister's safety.

Zhang Wenying thought about it.

"Starting tomorrow, the third brother will pick up and drop off Xiaomei at school."

As for meals, let them eat at the restaurant.

Although I don't really like the third child, there's no other way to deal with it right now.

She can't let the tragedy of your past life repeat itself.

By the time I got home, it was already dark.

At the gate of the courtyard, the third brother, Li Wenbing, squatted pitifully, his hair disheveled.

"mom·······"

Upon seeing Zhang Wenying, Li Wenbing immediately stood up, his voice tinged with grievance and a desire to please.

Zhang Wenying frowned and gave him a cold look, but she didn't chase him away either.

"Come in, don't just stand there making a fool of yourself."

Zhang Wenying said irritably and went into the yard with her things.

Li Wenbing quickly followed her inside, helping her carry things while carefully observing his mother's expression.

Looking at her younger brother's state, Li Xiaojuan sighed inwardly but said nothing, simply putting away the new clothes she had bought.

She knew that although her mother was fierce in words, she was ultimately soft-hearted.

"Mom, why are you only just getting back?"

Li Xiaomei has already prepared dinner and is doing her homework while waiting for her mother and sister to come home.

"Don't cook anymore. Eat at Mom's shop for lunch and dinner."

Third brother, from now on you'll be responsible for picking up and dropping off your sister at school. Don't let her walk to school alone.

Li Wenbing nodded quickly, patting his chest to assure her, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Xiaomei."

"Okay, you can come to the restaurant to eat from now on."

Li Wenbing was stunned for a moment, then his eyes reddened, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes, Mom, I understand."

His voice was choked with emotion, but he forced himself to hold it back.

Zhang Wenying turned her face away, pretending not to see, and simply placed the cold noodles and a bowl of braised dishes she had brought on the table.

"Let's eat."

The family sat around the table, and although the meal was simple, it had a more homely feel than usual.

Li Wenbing buried his head in his rice, occasionally glancing up at his mother and sister, a smile unconsciously curving his lips.

This is the kind of food that people should eat.

In the morning, Li Xiaojuan accompanied her mother to the slaughterhouse.

Li Wenbing skipped over and called to his younger sister to go to school together.

Li Xiaomei handed two meat buns to her third brother without saying a word, and simply walked quickly ahead with her head down.

Li Wenbing took the steamed bun, took a big bite, and the hot, meaty aroma exploded in his mouth. He grinned and quickly chased after her, saying indistinctly while still chewing on the bun, "Xiaomei, wait for me! Third Brother will take you to the school gate today!"

As for Li Jianguo and Li Wenjun, nobody cared whether they lived or died.

The two went to work dejectedly, wondering when this would end.

Zhang Wenying and her daughter ate the fragrant meat buns without feeling guilty at all.

She knew in her heart that some people were not worth feeling sorry for.

Meanwhile, at Li Wenhai's home.

The old lady woke Li Wenhai up early in the morning to buy her soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tea eggs.

She saw it being sold at the street corner when she was taking a walk yesterday morning.

The fried dough sticks were fried to a golden brown color; they looked delicious.

While her teeth were still strong, she wanted to try it quickly.

Otherwise, when the flatbread is placed in front of her, she won't be able to bite it since she has no teeth.

Li Wenhai was dragged out of bed by the old lady, and although he was furious, he dared not lash out.

He still needed to find a way to get the old lady to ask his mother for money; he couldn't afford to offend his grandmother for the time being.

Once the fried dough sticks and soy milk were brought back, the old lady chased them away.

"Hurry up and get to work, don't be late."