The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits

The black font, like little earthworms, was haphazardly scattered across the white paper.

No matter what, Han Zixuan was an educated person. It was said that his family background was intellectual, so how could his handwriting be worse than that of an elementary school student?

It seemed like someone who hadn't picked up a pen to write for a long time.

Following Han Zixuan's instructions, Su Li slowly walked to the small kitchen, where breakfast was being warmed for her in the pot.

A few multi-grain steamed buns, and a bowl of scallion noodles made from white flour, with an egg on top.

According to the original owner's memory, such a breakfast was considered extremely luxurious.

For ordinary families, unless it was a festive occasion, it was quite hard to get ahold of some meat for a meal.

Even white flour was something the town's cadre families would seldom get to eat.

While the original owner didn't have such a standard breakfast every meal, at least once a week she would have it.

This also indirectly showed that Han Zixuan's love for his wife was exceptional, and he had formidable capabilities too.

Anyway, the original owner was very content, and the neighbor Yu Zhenzhen was quite envious of her.

For Su Li, who was used to eating good food, the simple noodle soup was rather plain and tasteless. Nevertheless, she finished all the noodles and buns without leaving a trace.

After breakfast, she stepped outside, and saw other families in the courtyard having breakfast as well.

Each of them held a bowl, squatting in front of their doors, chatting as they ate.

From a glance, the food in their bowls indeed looked unappetizing, appearing as hard, black buns of unknown ingredients, certainly hard to swallow.

The original owner's neighbors clearly shared Su Li's opinion.

They could only gulp down the black buns with water.

As they ate this, their faces showed struggle, as if forcing themselves to do so, yet they had to display a joyful expression.

Yu Zhenzhen was the first to notice Su Li again, and excitedly dashed over to her.

"Xiao Wei, have you had breakfast?"

Su Li: "Yes, Zixuan prepared it early on."

Yu Zhenzhen let out a sudden "ah," her smile freezing momentarily as she awkwardly said, "So you've already eaten, huh."

"You used to bring it outside to eat; I thought you hadn't eaten yet."

Su Li quietly looked at Yu Zhenzhen, saying nothing.

Yu Zhenzhen seemed a bit displeased but soon linked arms with Su Li amicably, enviously praising, "You're lucky, Zixuan treats you so well."

"It's alright."

Indeed, as Yu Zhenzhen said, the original owner always brought her food to eat outside with everyone. The original owner ate little, and the remaining food often ended up in Yu Zhenzhen's stomach.

But was the original owner a foolhardy naive person? Clearly, her meals were much better than others', yet she flaunted them, wasn't she afraid of getting into trouble?

Of course, the original owner never had any flaunting mindset, and neither did the others in the yard seem jealous.

This courtyard was filled with perfect kindness and beauty; everyone was so amiable.

Soon, the others also noticed Su Li.

One by one, they couldn't wait to set down their black buns and come over to talk with Su Li.

Yes, they were impatient, as if they were forced to consume their breakfast.

This behavior was subtle and inconspicuous but couldn't escape Su Li's Eyes of Golden Flame.

Yesterday, she casually observed the original owner's neighbors in the courtyard but hadn't had the chance to think it over.

Today, as these people surrounded her closely, upon closer observation, Su Li found that their spirits were unexpectedly good.

Not only that, but each of them was quite good-looking, the men handsome, the women beautiful.

Even dressed in coarse linen clothes, their beauty couldn't be hidden.

Strange, to grow up so well-fed on the poorest food, this world's food must truly be nourishing.

In the original owner's memory, among the people she met from childhood to now, few were unattractive, even the elderly were kind-looking.

To the original owner, this was normal. Since she became sensible, she'd witnessed no different, so she assumed it was normal.

But Su Li was different; she'd seen the real appearance of this era.

People who were food-deficient and low on oil should develop a sallow and thin look; even she herself turned sallow and unattractive when her health weakened.

Su Li realized not only Han Zixuan had problems; this entire world seemed off.

"Xiao Wei, I'm back."

Seeing Huo Wei's husband return, the others smirked ambiguously and then dispersed, carrying their barely nibbled black buns back home.

It was as if their scene was concluded.

Han Zixuan saw Su Li standing outside in thin clothing and immediately felt pained, scolding, "The morning is chilly, why are you standing outside?"

Before Su Li could respond, he quickly pulled her indoors and then swiftly opened his bag, taking out a brand-new wool coat.

"Put it on quickly." Han Zixuan attentively buttoned up the coat for Su Li.

Then he complimented, "You look great, my wife is beautiful."

Su Li touched the new coat on her, discontentedly said, "The coat is just ordinary. It's mainly because the person looks good."

The original owner's delicate face was fashioned by Su Li to a haughty expression.

Han Zixuan: "...."

"Keep working hard, I'm really not satisfied with this coat."

Su Li genuinely felt this; the coat style was thick and rustic, especially with its heavily padded shoulders, wearing it felt like donning armor.

Su Li knew that the modern style of the sixties or seventies was indeed like this, but this particular one was overdone, she truly couldn't appreciate it.

Its appearance wasn't bad due to her good looks holding up.

After a whole night of adjustment, the original owner's beauty showed signs of aligning with Su Li's own, anyway, it improved a bit.

This apparent good look was not noticed by the courtyard neighbors or Han Zixuan facing her.

They showed no signs of question; it's unclear whether they collectively ignored it or thought it was normal.

"Xiao Wei, is there anything to eat? I haven't had breakfast."

Perhaps due to Han Zixuan's highly emotional state, his way of changing the subject was somewhat clumsy.

Su Li: "Of course... there's none."

She blinked innocently, "I ate it all."

Han Zixuan's voice instantly rose several pitches, "Ate it all? That was five large multi-grain buns, a big bowl of noodles. How did you eat..."

Han Zixuan realized belatedly Su Li's expressionless face, and hurriedly patched it up, "Mainly it was too much, and your appetite is small, that could make you sick."