Zhang Qiulan had been teaching Su Qinghe how to win over Qin Yu the whole time.
In her words, as long as you secured Qin Yu, that troublesome kid Qin Wang would naturally behave himself.
Su Qinghe listened seriously, occasionally responding to provide emotional value for Zhang Qiulan.
As for whether she would actually use those methods—that was her own business.
The road home wasn’t long, and as they talked while walking, they unknowingly reached the entrance.
The Su family lived in the textile factory residential compound.
“Residential compound” referred to several intersecting alleys behind the cotton textile factory, where almost every household belonged to factory workers.
The Su family had a standalone house. Although it was a bit small, it was far better than those shared courtyards with two families living together.
It was almost noon now. People who worked had returned home, and students were out of school, so the alley was quite lively.
Even livelier than usual.
Especially since many people were gathered right in front of the Su family’s house.
Zhang Xiulan found it strange. “What’s going on? Why is everyone crowding around my house?”
She pulled Su Qinghe forward through the crowd.
Once they squeezed in, they saw Qin Yu’s bicycle parked there.
Two mesh bags hung from the handlebars.
A basket was tied to the rear seat.
One mesh bag contained cigarettes, alcohol, and tea; the other had several boxes of pastries.
The basket at the back held two slabs of pork belly.
No wonder so many people were gathered watching.
These were all rare and valuable goods in this era.
Someone immediately asked Zhang Xiulan, “Xiulan, I just asked him who he was and what he was doing here. He said he’s your son-in-law—what’s going on?”
“What do you mean what’s going on?” Zhang Xiulan raised her voice eight notches, her smile brighter than the sun. “This is my son-in-law! He just got married to my daughter! Even if you haven’t seen him, you should’ve heard of him—this is Factory Director Qin from the flour mill!”
The crowd erupted instantly.
The lazy girl from the Su family actually married the factory director of the flour mill?
And such a young one at that!
Young, handsome, and so polite and proper.
How did such a good man end up being taken by Su Qinghe?
But soon, when their eyes landed on Qin Wang, the envy faded a little.
So what if he was good?
He still had to take care of a stepchild.
And such a troublesome, universally disliked one at that!
From now on, the Qin household was going to be lively.
A troublesome kid and a lazy wife—would Qin Yu even have a peaceful life?
Everyone’s expressions were obvious, and Zhang Xiulan saw them clearly, immediately getting angry.
“Alright, alright, stop looking! Go home and cook! We’re going in too!”
She opened the courtyard gate. “Xiao Qin, bring the bicycle in!”
“Coming!”
Qin Yu agreed and pushed the bicycle inside.
Qin Wang did not follow in. Instead, he stood there angrily, staring at Su Qinghe.
Seeing his puffed-up face like a blowfish, Su Qinghe gave him a bright smile.
Then, while he was still stunned, she quickly slipped past him and ran into the courtyard.
She needed to hurry back to her room and check the system store!
Qin Wang watched her cheerful back disappear, getting even more furious.
He knew it—she definitely had bad intentions!
Running so fast meant she was definitely trying to cling to his dad. He wouldn’t let her succeed!
He dashed into the courtyard and ran straight to Qin Yu.
Qin Yu looked at him. “What is it? Why are you running like that?”
Qin Wang glanced around. The woman wasn’t there!
What was going on?
Su Qinghe ran straight back to her room, stopping at the door to shout, “Mom, I’m going to my room to pack my things!”
“Alright, take your time! I’ll help you later!”
She responded casually, then quickly shut the door and even latched it.
Sitting at the table, she said to the system in her mind:
“System, I want to view the system shop.”
The next moment, a transparent screen appeared in front of her.
There was a search bar at the top, and rows of items below.
From needles and thread to rice, flour, cooking oil, daily necessities, medicine, and even guns and ammunition—everything imaginable was there.
But that wasn’t the most important part.
Most importantly, her balance showed a big zero.
“System, why is my balance zero?”
[“Please complete daily tasks and hidden tasks to earn cultivation points. These points can be used in the system shop.”]
Su Qinghe: “……”
So she was basically a donkey being lured forward by a carrot.
Even though she realized it, she still had to keep moving forward.
“Give me today’s task!” she urged.
She was already impatient to earn points.
[“Today’s Task 2: Cook a meal for the male lead. The system will rate the meal and reward points accordingly. Maximum reward: 500 points.”]
Five hundred points?!
Su Qinghe almost jumped up on the spot.
She had just checked—one pack of her favorite brand of sanitary pads from her previous life only cost 5 points!
If she earned 500 points, that would be 100 packs!
She could achieve sanitary pad freedom in 1968!
So what if it was just cooking for a troublesome kid?
She was doing it!
She immediately rushed out of the room without even looking at Qin Yu or Qin Wang in the living room and ran straight into the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen were Zhang Xiulan, Su Jianguo, and Su Qingbai, who had just returned from work.
All three turned to look at her, confused.
“Qinghe, why are you in such a rush?” Zhang Xiulan asked.
She never used to step into the kitchen before. What was going on today?
Seeing their confused expressions, Su Qinghe quickly came up with an excuse.
“Mom, I just got married to Qin… Qin Yu, I should show some effort. So I’ll cook lunch today!”
As soon as she finished speaking, all three of them changed their expressions at once.
She’s cooking?
Was she about to set the kitchen on fire?
Zhang Xiulan couldn’t refuse directly and kept signaling to Su Jianguo with her eyes.
Su Jianguo forced a smile. “Uh… Qinghe, you’ve never cooked before. It might be too hard for you…”
After thinking about it carefully, Su Qinghe agreed.
The original owner couldn’t cook.
And before transmigrating, she either ordered takeout or ate instant noodles.
Cooking… was indeed a bit too difficult for her.