Aunt Lu hiccupped in her sobs, looking at Mrs. Lin with eyes full of resentment. This Zhao Xiuli only comes up with rotten ideas! If she stirs things up with her husband’s family, she and Xingzi will just be thrown out. She dared not vent her anger at her husband’s family, so she yelled at Mrs. Lin, "Mind your own business! Stay out of trouble where it’s cool!" "Do you think I enjoy meddling with your life? I’m just feeling sorry for that girl Xingzi! How can you claim to be a mother when you don’t even care about your own daughter? No wonder your family is being schemed against!" "If you can’t stand me, then why don’t you take Xingzi back to your home and raise her? You already have a foster son, what’s one more foster daughter going to hurt!" Mrs. Lin was taken aback on the spot. Did this mother and daughter consider her a sucker? Initially, she had some pity for the girl Xingzi, but upon hearing Aunt Lu’s words, Mrs. Lin turned around and left immediately. "As a mother who doesn’t care about her own daughter and sends her to be raised by someone else, what kind of logic is that? I can hardly raise my own daughter, let alone have the time to raise your kids!" Just as Mrs. Lin reached the door, Lin Xiang arrived with the leaders of the team. Mrs. Lin grabbed Lin Xiang’s arm and left, "Come, let’s go home." "Mom, why aren’t you advising Aunt Lu?" "Why bother? She knows exactly what she’s doing!" If she opened this door, wouldn’t everyone from the village whose daughters are forced to be sold for dowry come looking for her? Lin Xiang was pulled back home, Mrs. Lin locked the door behind them, and poked Lin Xiang’s forehead with a finger, "You just seem to speak without thinking!" Lin Xiang rubbed her sore head, feeling a little wronged. She just wanted to have the satisfaction of speaking her mind, and who knew it would be taken seriously!" That night, while Lin Xiang was in the kitchen preparing things for tomorrow’s stall, she heard Yang Lihua calling her from outside. Ever since the last time she stood up for Yang Lihua, the sworn enemy had turned into a true friend. At least Yang Lihua considered Lin Xiang someone she could share her heart with. Lin Xiang, while wiping her hands on her apron, came to open the door, "What are you doing here so late?" "Have you heard about Xingzi’s situation?" Lin Xiang couldn’t help but curl her lips. She not only heard but also had insider information, almost getting morally coerced! Yang Lihua pulled out a piece of paper from her jacket pocket, and under the faint light, Lin Xiang saw the words written on it. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 It was an empty introductory letter! "This introductory letter was obtained after listening to Wen Siyuan’s urging, convincing my mom to get it from the team office. It’s already stamped and signed by the team leader, just need to fill in the name in the blank to use it. Lin Xiang, do you think we can give this letter to Xingzi and help her leave the Li Hua Team?" Lin Xiang silently gave Yang Lihua a thumbs up. She had only dared to think about it, but the real warrior brought it to fruition! "But having an introductory letter and no money means she still can’t move an inch. Moreover, Wang Xing has never been to the town. With the letter, where could she possibly go?" Yang Lihua’s eyebrows knitted into a tight knot, "So we really can’t help her?" "How to help? Unless Wang Xing’s parents can be tough enough to separate from the family, breaking ties with that clan, maybe there’s a chance for rescue." Yang Lihua silently put away the introductory letter, "Thought we could really help her. But, speaking of which, what are you cooking because it smells so good? Just smelling it is making my mouth water." "Cooking sweet potato noodles, want to eat? I’ll make you a bowl." "Alright, I’ll have a bowl. Tomorrow I’ll bring you some sweet potatoes." Though sweet potato noodles are easy to make, it takes quite a few pounds of sweet potatoes to make a pound of noodles, she couldn’t just take advantage. In the kitchen, Yang Lihua stoked the fire for Lin Xiang, "Why is Xingzi’s life so tough? Her parents can’t have boys so they blame her, frequently beating and scolding her. But even if her own parents beat her, where does the aunt get to decide her marriage?" "If it were my family, whoever dared dictate my marriage, my mom would tear the roof off!" "You can only say that you have a mother who truly cares for you." Wang Xing didn’t have such loving parents; it’s her fate. "Girl, how do you think we can help Xingzi?" Lin Xiang took the cooked sweet potato noodles out, put them in the soup base, stirred them with chopsticks, and served them to Yang Lihua, "Why are you so eager to help her?" "She’s so pitiful. Her parents don’t care about her, about to marry her to that old widower who killed several previous wives, not knowing how many years she’ll live. I just remembered my situation last time; if you hadn’t helped me, I would’ve been ruined by that scum Wen Siyuan, ruining my reputation and better off dead." "All of us are women; Xingzi’s situation inevitably evokes sympathy. If we can help, we ought to do our best." Yang Lihua held the bowl, sniffing, "Smells amazing, I’ll quit talking for a bit and take a bite first." She stuffed a chopstick full of noodles into her mouth, chewed a few times, then started stomping, nearly kicking up dust from the compacted dirt floor. Lin Xiang firmly stepped on her mischievous feet, "What is it, too spicy or too hot?" "It’s too delicious! I’ve never had anything this good! Can you make me another bowl?" Lin Xiang rolled her eyes, "Finish this bowl first!" Lin Xiang’s serving was generous, but Yang Lihua was satisfied after eating just half, unwilling to waste food, she persisted and finished the remainder. Even though she was already full beyond measure, she forced herself to take a sip of the soup, which immediately had her stomping again from the spiciness, prompting Lin Xiang to roll her eyes and hand her some warm water. "Where’s your self-respect? If you want more, come by tomorrow and I’ll make it for you, don’t make a fool of yourself stuffing!" "Never had anything this good before. Did you learn it from a state restaurant chef?" Lin Xiang thought, Chef Shen may not even be able to make this bowl. She arrived at Ji Province, relatively near Beijing, where tastes are fairly neutral. This type of heavily salty and spicy taste is favored by Sichuan and Chongqing areas. Worried that people here couldn’t handle it, she had reduced the chili and certain seasonings when stirring the base, resulting in only half the usual fragrance, and still, the novel taste won over many palates. "Finished eating? If so, shall we secretly go to the Wang Family to check the situation?" Yang Lihua leaned close to Lin Xiang, smiling, "Are you planning to help Xingzi too?" "You speak like I’m some wicked person!" "Have you forgotten we were sworn enemies, forgotten how you used to target me?"