Lin Xiang snatched the axe from his hand and shoved the bowl with the large meat buns into his arms. The buns, warmed once more, had thin skin, revealing the juicy pork inside—they looked mouthwateringly delicious at a glance. Lin Yun instinctively glanced at Mrs. Lin, who was sulking in the living room, hesitating whether he should eat. Lin Xiang, studying the half-finished machine, noticed Lin Yun’s hesitation and said without raising her head, "Brother, just eat without worry. Mom asked me to bring this back for you." Although it was packed by Secretary Zhang, on the way to town, Mrs. Lin had actively offered to buy Lin Yun a large meat bun. Round it up, and it was essentially Mrs. Lin who packed it for Lin Yun—absolutely no problem. Regarding Lin Xiang’s words, Lin Yun merely smirked, clearly not believing that Mrs. Lin would be so generous to him. After Lin Xiang urged him a few more times, he squatted on the doorstep with the bowl and started eating. Just as he took a bite, the Lin Family’s front gate was pushed open from outside. "Girl, keeping busy?" The auntie in the lead greeted Lin Xiang, then saw the large meat bun in Lin Yun’s hand and said sourly, "Your Lin Family’s days are really getting better; you can even eat large meat buns now." She had heard that the state-run restaurant sold them for fifteen cents each! Lin Yun had two in his bowl; if he could eat two, then the girl and her mother must have eaten even more! Who in the village didn’t know that the girl’s mother didn’t like Lin Yun, who was adopted? Lin Xiang’s principle has always been "if you respect me an inch, I respect you a foot." For such odd remarks, she’d absolutely retaliate. The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 "No way, no way, Auntie, you’ve never eaten a large meat bun?" "To be honest, Auntie, it’s really not worth it for you. You got Brother Da Niu a wife, and just the bride price was fifty bucks, setting up the household cost quite a lot too, yet you’re unwilling to eat a fifteen-cent bun! Brother Da Niu is so unfilial. You can’t forget your roots—you can’t marry a wife and then forget your mother!" "Unlike my brother, who always puts my mom first in everything he does, he gives all his earnings to my mom to spend. Hey Auntie, tell me, how can there be such a big gap between people?" If you want to trouble me, I’ll hit you where it hurts, and we’ll see who suffers more! Aunt Yang almost burst out cursing. Who in the village didn’t know that her son knocked up a girl, and if he didn’t give enough bride price as the girl’s family demanded, they would accuse her son of being a scoundrel! She really wanted to just turn around and leave, but she still needed something from them! "Phew, my Da Niu was spoiled by me since he was little, unlike Lin Yun, who was... forget it, forget it, not going to talk about it." Aunt Yang glanced triumphantly at Lin Xiang and Lin Yun, thinking at least one of them would be angry. Unexpectedly, neither Lin Xiang nor Lin Yun paid her any attention. It was Mrs. Lin sitting inside who threw a shoe at her head. "I dare you to keep yakking! How am I not good to Lin Yun? His father died early; he’s the only man in the family. Doesn’t he have to stand up to take care of me and his sister? If I weren’t good to him, would I give him meat buns to eat? If you dare talk nonsense affecting the relationship between me and my son, just see if I won’t give you a beating!" No one knew whether it was the trip to town that stimulated her or if she really came to terms, but Mrs. Lin remembered all that Lin Xiang had said. Though a daughter is strong, eventually she will marry out. Her future support still depends on Lin Yun. What if Lin Yun gets really angry and stops caring about her in the future? No matter what motivated Mrs. Lin to shift her attitude towards Lin Yun, she truly spoke up for him. Lin Yun was unmoved by Aunt Yang’s words; he had been used to it since he was old enough to understand. But he hadn’t expected Mrs. Lin to say those things. He looked at Mrs. Lin, then at the large meat bun in his hand. Could it really be that mom told him to eat it? Lin Yun took another big bite. Gotta admit, large meat buns are truly delicious! Aunt Yang’s face was like a toppled paint palette, multicolored and vibrant. Weird things happen every day in the Lin Family, but especially today. Who would have thought that the girl’s mother would actually speak up for Lin Yun? Really like the sun rising from the west! "Why did you come to my house?" Mrs. Lin asked, not in a pleasant mood. The people behind elbowed Aunt Yang aside, eager to speak, "Oh, girl’s mom, I heard from Sun, who drives the ox cart, you guys brought back a lot of fabric from the cotton spinning factory. Can you let us take a look?" "We’ve never seen the fabric city folks use before. Would you mind letting us broaden our horizons a bit?" Previously, the villagers looked down on her ways and hardly anyone interacted with her. Hearing today that they got fabric from the factory, one after another, they rushed to their home. Even though she still cherished that fabric, she had to admit, it felt good. Seeing these people plead with her for some fabric, though Mrs. Lin showed no emotion on the surface, inside she felt quite pleased. "Alright, I’ll let you have a look." She generously laid out ten bolts of fabric that were picked out. Although her ten favorite bolts were already in her bedroom, she still liked these ten a lot. If they were all made into clothes, they’d surely look beautiful. But each bolt was over thirty yards, and making clothes for herself and the girl wouldn’t use it all up. It’d be better to do as the girl said and trade the excess for something else. "This pattern is beautiful, if tailored from here into a dress, what a magnificent large flower will hang down—can’t tell how lovely it’d be." "If you ask me, this pale yellow is pretty. Just last summer I went to town and saw a young lady wearing a dress made of such fabric. My goodness, it was simply stunning!" "I think the navy blue is better, perfect for winter wear, doesn’t show dirt!" Several people flipped over the ten bolts, commenting repetitively, as if they were quite the sharp-eyed tailors. It gave Mrs. Lin a headache listening to them. "Are you done looking? If you are, please leave, I need to sleep!" She had been tensed with anxiety all day yesterday and hadn’t slept well; now all she wanted was to go back and have a good rest. Someone hesitated before speaking, "Girl’s mom, you and the girl won’t use up this much fabric, how about sharing some with us?" "Sure," Mrs. Lin agreed quickly. Seeing her consent, when those people were ready to grab the fabric, she suddenly spoke again, "What are you planning to trade for it then?" "Trade? Girl’s mom, what do you mean by that? Isn’t this fabric for us?" "Are you kidding!" Mrs. Lin sprang up, pointing her finger at the nose of the speaker and swearing, "How come you have such a big face? Have you forgotten how you treated me before? Do you think I’m desperate enough to give you fabric for free?" "But... everything from before is in the past, why hold onto it?" The person said awkwardly, but let go of the fabric.