Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 137: Truly Moved

Zhang ilian patted Xinyan on the shoulder: "That’s right. Our family had so issues before, so we never got to visit and thank you. I heard you started school, so I prepared so things you might need."

Xinyan felt a bit embarrassed: "You’re really too kind, there’s really no need for this."

As they spoke, they arrived at the small courtyard where Xinyan lived. Zhao Jianlan saw her father waiting there and ran over with a smile: "Dad."

Zhao Huaiqing was all smiles when he saw his daughter.

Zhang ilian introduced cheerfully: "This is my husband, Zhao Huaiqing, you can just call him Uncle Zhao."

Xinyan didn’t know Zhao Huaiqing and had no mory of him in her past life, so she obediently greeted him: "Hello, Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Huaiqing nodded at Xinyan with a smile.

The gate opened, and they invited the guests into the courtyard. Seeing them move things down from the small cart, Xinyan asked, "Uncle Zhao, Aunt Zhang, why did you bring so many things over?"

Zhang ilian helped move the items down: "This stove is one we used before and had been idle. I knew that Mr. Gong gave away everything in the yard before leaving, and since you could use it, I brought it over."

Xinyan saw the cart was also loaded with coal balls, and she truly felt ward.

They helped stack the coal balls neatly. Zhao Huaiqing had borrowed a coal ball from soone’s stove earlier, so the stove was ready to use now.

After moving the other items inside the house, Zhang ilian then said: "All right, I had Uncle Zhao buy you so buns, eat sothing, and we’ll be off."

Xinyan hadn’t even had the chance to say her thanks before Zhang ilian urged them to leave, as if being chased by wolves.

Watching the family of three walk away, Xinyan turned back into the house. Besides about two pounds of white flour, there were ten eggs, a bag of salt, a bag of brown sugar, and four still-warm big buns, which was quite generous.

The most important part was the second-hand stove they delivered, which she really needed, and they even brought so many coal balls.

Just as she had gotten everything settled, she heard soone outside speaking and looked up to see Jiao Sini: "Sister-in-law."

Jiao Sini wasn’t one for formalities: "Xinyan, co and give your sister-in-law a hand."

Xinyan imdiately jogged forward: "Sister-in-law, you all, really..."

Before she could finish her polite words, Jiao Sini interrupted her: "Earlier, I didn’t visit while you were staying at Director He’s place. Now that you’ve moved out on your own, of course I have to help. If it weren’t for you, our Wensheng might have lost his life. We’ll never forget what you’ve done for us."

Xinyan didn’t know what to say.

Jiao Sini set down the basket she was carrying: "Don’t disdain them, these are just so small things."

In the basket, there was ground yellow millet flour, cornal, bean flour, and about two pounds of millet. Though not much, there were quite a variety, along with hogrown green onions, chives, and zucchini.

What Xinyan didn’t expect was that at the very bottom, there was a small double-handled iron pot, just enough for her to cook for herself.

To explain the Zhao Family’s gift, at least both of the Zhao couple were cadre mbers, with good salaries. But for Jiao Sini’s family, only her husband Wu Xiangxing had a job, and apparently, they had four kids to raise.

Xinyan was truly touched: "Sister-in-law, really..."

Jiao Sini patted Xinyan’s arm: "You know our situation, this little iron pot is borrowed from my parents. A few days ago when Mr. Gong left, I also ca over and took a blanket back, knowing there was nothing left in the yard."