The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly Chapter 494 - 210: Top-grade Classical Literature (Part Two)

"Tiantian, you woke up late today and there’s no food left in the canteen. Wait till noon, and I’ll improve your al."

The speaker was an old woman who looked to be in her fifties, with fair skin. Even though she was thin, she exuded vitality.

She wore a white dress with blue checks and shoulder-length hair that slightly curled under, pinned in place at the back of her head with a hair clip, giving her a very Western look.

He Tiantian blinked and subtly observed the old woman for a while before taking in her surroundings.

The dining table was an old-fashioned square one, and the bowls and dishes were coarse porcelain from the 50’s and 60’s.

He Tiantian slightly lowered her eyelids to look at the bowl in front of her. The base was a slightly yellowish white, and there was a circle of blue stripes near the rim.

The mouth of the bowl was quite wide but it was shallow, filled with yellow porridge.

He Tiantian picked up an aluminum spoon and gently stirred, finding chunks of sweet potato inside.

This should be sweet potato corn porridge.

However, the mont this body saw the sweet potato, there was a faint nauseous feeling in the stomach.

This wasn’t a physiological reaction, but a psychological subconscious one.

Eating had hurt, huh? Seeing sweet potatoes kind of made her nauseous.

He Tiantian then looked at the middle of the table; a plate of coarse grain stead bread, a plate of thinly sliced pickles, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables.

Breakfast was quite simple, yet there were four or five people eating.

Sitting at the head of the table was an old man in his fifties or sixties, with a crew cut interspersed with a few white hairs.

The old man’s skin was dark and his cheeks were gaunt, his eyes fierce, exuding authority even without speaking.

He Tiantian could even faintly sense so evil Qi, and she would bet that this man had definitely been on the battlefield and killed enemies.

He wore a white shirt tucked into army green trousers.

The person seated by his side was the old woman who had just spoken.

By their looks, they seed to be a couple.

On the right hand of the old couple sat a young man in his twenties, also in a white shirt and army trousers.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing an old chanical watch on his left wrist.

On the left hand of the old couple was a girl, about eighteen or nineteen, with black hair tied into two braids, each end tied with a blue ribbon in a bow.

She wore a red check dress with a thin white belt around her waist, giving off quite a stylish vibe.

He Tiantian was quite close to her, and by rely turning her head, she could see the girl’s legs and feet hidden under the table.

The girl wore white cotton socks with a pair of black square-toed leather shoes.

Without even looking at the rest of the room’s decor, the table and the attire of the diners alone gave He Tiantian a rough guess.

The historical background of this script was probably around the 50s or 60s of the last century.

And the portrait of the 100 banknotes on the wall further validated He Tiantian’s guess.

"Humph! You should be thankful there’s food to eat at all. Our relatives back ho can’t even afford coarse grain stead bread! Why do you always expect to drink milk and eat bread?!" Why don’t you just fly to the sky?

While He Tiantian was silently observing her surroundings, the braided girl had already snorted coldly.

"Weihong, don’t talk like that!"

Before He Tiantian could react, the old woman gently scolded.

As she spoke, she didn’t forget to shoot a aningful glance at the braided girl.

And when she turned to look at He Tiantian, her gaze carried a soothing and sowhat flattering look.

Oh?

Was there sothing off about the original owner’s identity?

The old woman’s attitude was rather intriguing.

Could this family be a blended one?

But, it didn’t seem likely.

Clearly, the old woman’s attitude towards the original owner was quite intimate, tinged only with a slight guilt and uncertainty.

She seed unsure how to deal with the original owner, treading lightly, not allowing herself or others to be too harsh.

"Humph! Did I say sothing wrong? The country’s economy is struggling right now, supplies in the canteen are starting to run low. Even people like Dad who are leaders are having to eat stead bread and drink thin porridge..."

The braided girl seed resentful, perhaps harboring grievances for too long and finally finding them unbearable to keep in.

After confronting her real mother, she turned to look at He Tiantian, "He Tiantian, if you want to drink milk, eat bread, and have at, then go to the small western-style building."

"Oh, right, aren’t you ’friends’ with Puslov—"

When she said the word "friends", the girl with the braided hair put special emphasis on it.