Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Giant Meat Buns
"Mom, what are you talking about? Hurry up and go home."
Zhang Dongmei still hadn’t found the opportunity to tell Li Huilan about breaking up with Zhou Cheng.
Hearing her mom bragging about it in front of Su Xiaoxiao, her face immediately felt hot.
Now, besides her, the only one who knows the truth is Su Xiaoxiao.
Her mom even boasted to Su Xiaoxiao about it, wasn’t this just slapping her in the face?
Li Huilan shamelessly pulled back her hand: "I wasn’t wrong, you are about to marry little Zhou, you’ll be the commander’s wife then."
"Mom, stop talking."
Zhang Dongmei pulled Li Huilan with a stern face when she met Su Xiaoxiao’s mockingly smiling eyes, trying to leave.
Li Huilan was forced to leave but kept looking back provocatively: "I’ll wait to see you make a fool of yourselves tomorrow."
Before she could finish, Zhang Dongmei unceremoniously dragged her away.
When Aunt Wang came back, she saw Li Huilan had already left.
She stuffed the eggs in her hand to Su Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, these are the eggs I promised you."
Liu Cuilan curiously peeked over: "What eggs?"
On the other side, Li Huilan was pulled away quite far by Zhang Dongmei.
She couldn’t help but pull out her hand, full of confusion: "Dongmei, what are you doing? Why won’t you let me talk about you and little Zhou?"
Zhang Dongmei felt embarrassed just thinking about it, she gritted her teeth and embellished the story a lot.
Of course, she deliberately twisted the breakup result into Su Xiaoxiao shamelessly seducing him.
Upon hearing this, Li Huilan started cursing: "Why didn’t you tell Mom earlier? That little vixen is so shameless? No, I have to reason with them, we can’t suffer this dumbly."
She angrily turned to walk back, only to be grabbed by Zhang Dongmei: "Mom, even if you go back now, she won’t admit it. Let’s do this instead..."
As she spoke, she leaned into Li Huilan’s ear for a whisper.
Li Huilan’s eyes lit up immediately: "Yes, let’s do that, I want to see if the department store will still want the daughter of a bastard then."
Zhang Dongmei’s lips curled into a cold arc: "Su Xiaoxiao, let’s wait and see."
On the other side, Su Xiaoxiao handed two eggs to Liu Cuilan: "Mom, save these two eggs for Sister Zhaodi."
Liu Cuilan, surprised, realized that Su Xiaoxiao exchanged eggs for Xu Zhaodi to eat, felt a sudden sense of comfort seeing her.
Unexpectedly, the third child not only became promising but also more sensible.
With nine buns left, Liu Cuilan calculated and gave everyone one, saving the remaining four.
"Your two brothers will come back tomorrow, save these buns for them."
Su Jianwu had just finished eating a bun, licking his fingers unsatisfied: "Mom, I’m not full yet, can’t I have another one?"
Though the meat bun was big, everyone’s stomach was lacking fat, and eating one only filled them up a third.
Liu Cuilan gave him a glare: "If you’re not full, eat cornbread, if still not, drink water, water is plenty."
Please take a look at our family’s condition, meat buns are such precious things, having one is already good, dreaming of a second one? Dream on.
The two younger brothers exchanged a glance, reluctantly picked up a dry cornbread each to gnaw on.
After eating the fragrant meat bun, eating this cornbread felt hard and throat-scratching, quite hard to swallow.
The two made up their mind, determined to earn money quickly to buy meat buns, they were just too tasty.
Early the next morning, Su Xiaoxiao pushed her bicycle out, ready to go to work at the department store.
Just about to leave, Liu Cuilan stopped her: "Are you wearing that to work?"
Su Xiaoxiao looked at her somewhat faded floral shirt, olive green pants, and liberation shoes.
Well, they were a bit old, but at least clean and tidy.
"Mom, any problem?"
Liu Cuilan was exasperated: "What kind of place is the department store? Wearing that might get you talked about, wait a moment, change your clothes before going."
As she spoke, she turned back into the house, quickly bringing out a set of clothes and a pair of little leather shoes to hand to her.
"Here, put these on."
Su Xiaoxiao took the clothes and glanced at them, the top was an orange floral shirt, the bottom a solid color skirt of the same shade.
This was considered a very fashionable style at that time, even the matching little leather shoes were the latest trend.
She was surprised: "Mom, where did you get these clothes and shoes?"
Liu Cuilan glanced at her, not hiding: "Your brothers bought you clothes and shoes last time, seeing you didn’t quite like them, I exchanged them for other styles."
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao immediately jumped up and hugged her, moved to tears, finally someone in the house with normal taste.
After changing into the new clothes, she braided a centipede braid for herself, looking at herself in a plastic mirror, happy and satisfied.
The saying people rely on clothes as horses rely on saddles was true, wearing new clothes made her look much more energetic.
Su Xiaoxiao went out happily, immediately meeting a pair of shocked eyes.
"Third Sister, how did you suddenly become so pretty? Did a spirit possess you?"
Su Xiaoxiao unceremoniously flicked Su Jianwu’s forehead: "I’ve always been pretty."
After speaking, she took out a small packet of hawthorn cake from her satchel and handed it over: "Share this, I’m going to work."
She had forgotten to give the hawthorn cake Zhao Lanlan gave her yesterday.
Su Jianwu hurriedly opened the greased paper package, seeing the alluring red hawthorn cakes, he widened his eyes: "Third Sister, you really are my real sister."
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
As if she wasn’t originally.
Without hesitation, she gifted brother five a flick on the head again, riding her bike to work in a great mood.
Just arriving at the department store entrance, she saw Zhang Dongmei coming to work from afar.
Su Xiaoxiao didn’t want to pay attention, pushing her bike past, but was suddenly stopped by Zhang Dongmei’s mocking voice.
"Oh, I wondered who it was, dressed so provocatively today."
Su Xiaoxiao glared at her: "Zhang Dongmei, are you crazy? Your skirt is clearly shorter than mine."
Honestly, does this person feel uncomfortable if they don’t get scolded for a day?
Zhang Dongmei looked at her own skirt, indeed shorter than Su Xiaoxiao’s, but somehow felt Su Xiaoxiao’s skirt showed the figure more, looking indecent.
Of course, she would never admit it was because Su Xiaoxiao had a better figure.
She snorted coldly, recalling their previous bet, and mocked: "Feeling smug? I want to see how you complete our bet today."