Rebirth: My Mother is a Virgin Mary

I pulled out a green Mao Zedong note, waved my hand, and said to Cheng Xinyuan in a domineering manner: "Today's salary!"

Cheng Xinyuan almost choked on his mouthful of water: "As expected of my sister, you are so generous. I thought I was only paid two dollars an hour~" He took it without hesitation and proudly waved it in front of Ms. Lin Lin: "Mom~ This is the money my sister gave me~"

I couldn't help wanting to hit him when he looked so nasty...

So I was even more cocky than Cheng Xinyuan, and I said to Ms. Lin: "Mom, do you want to use the one thousand yuan you gave me as an investment in my shares or do you want me to pay you back when I make money?"

Ms. Lin looked at the two of us with amusement, and said with a forced smile: "Invest in it, I want to experience the feeling of spending my daughter's money."

"Okay! Then it'll be a dividend per month!" I made the decision again in a domineering manner.

In the following days, my life was quite regular: I got up early every day to go to the market to wholesale 40 kilograms of chicken feet; in the morning, I was either picking chicken feet or on the way to pick chicken feet. Cheng Xinyuan had already started tutoring classes. Sometimes Ms. Lin would help me, but more often I was alone. I watched TV dramas while picking chicken feet, and I didn't feel tired at all; while picking chicken feet, I boiled water on the stove, and after it was cooked, I let it dry, and soaked it in the marinade at noon. In the afternoon, the weather was not so hot, and there would be customers coming to the store. I occasionally played the role of Ms. Lin's model and showed the customers the clothes in the store; at five or six o'clock in the afternoon, Cheng Xinyuan also came back from get out of class, and the two of us pulled the cart to set up the stall. With the right marketing strategy and good quality and low price, the chicken feet could be sold out in about an hour. Since I gave the last chicken feet to that sister on the first day, she came almost every day and has become my old customer. She also brought me a lot of business. Cheng Xinyuan and I also get along well with the stall next door. My stall occupies one square meter. On the left is a shy sister selling grilled squid, and on the right is a "socially anxious" uncle selling octopus balls. This "socially anxious" is a social terrorist. In just ten minutes, he and Cheng Xinyuan have become close friends regardless of age. Sometimes I sell less than one chicken feet, so I will share some with the shy sister and the "socially anxious" uncle. The shy sister will also make grilled squid for Cheng Xinyuan and me, not to mention the "socially anxious" uncle, the balls he makes for both of us are full of octopus meat.

Such a stable and comfortable life is something I never dared to imagine in my previous life.

It's a new day again. I've been busy in the kitchen all morning. I'm making new flavors of chicken feet. Even the simplest snacks need to be constantly updated. I tasted the new sauce and it was so delicious that it couldn't be described as just "nice". I took out the chicken feet that had only been soaked for more than ten minutes and prepared to give it to Ms. Lin for a taste...

I walked out of the kitchen with the small plate in my hand. Ms. Lin sat on the chair with a gloomy face. I had some idea of ​​what was going on.

"My dad called again?"

"Um..." Ms. Lin responded unhappily.

"It's not the first time. Why are you so angry every time? I would say that your mentality is still not good. You make yourself angry, which will only make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy. Come, try the new chicken feet flavor developed by my daughter~" Cheng Xingmin is not very capable, but he is good at making people angry. Ever since Ms. Lin took charge of his financial power, Cheng Xingmin would call and make a fuss every few days.

"If you keep getting so angry, you'll really fall into his trap. My father is such a grown man, but he lives like a nagging woman every day!"

"I am now absolutely certain that your uncle is his mastermind! He was quiet in the first few days, and he must have gone to ask your uncle what to do! Then he came to make trouble for me!" Ms. Lin ate a piece of chicken feet in a rage, and was amazed at the taste, "Mm! This is delicious!!! It's spicy and numb!"

"Then why are you still enduring him now that you've confirmed it? Fight back~"

"What else can I do except scold him?"

"Where did your calm demeanor go the day you confronted him? He is a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong. That's the case with others, but it's different with you. He knows how to control your temper! If he argues with you, you argue with him. He will think that your emotions are influenced by him. Look at you last time, he was so anxious on the other end of the phone, but you didn't respond. You have to do the opposite of what he wants to do, so that he can't guess what you want to do."

"That's right. Over the years, he has understood me thoroughly, and I still can't see through him."

"You are so honest that you exposed everything in your heart to him. You foolishly thought that you could influence him. Who knows if what he showed you was just the tip of the iceberg?"

"Oh, I'm already over 50 years old, and I still need my daughter to remind me. It's so useless!" Ms. Lin sighed after finishing the last bite of chicken feet.

"Don't keep complaining about yourself. Since you said I gave you some advice, you have to make progress, otherwise my words will be in vain~ my dear student~"

"Got it, my dear teacher!" Ms. Lin's mood turned from gloomy to bright and she smiled.

I rolled my eyes and said, "My dad is causing trouble for you, so how about I go and cause trouble for my uncle? Come to think of it, I haven't seen their family for half a year. We are real relatives and need to visit each other more often."

Ms. Lin was stunned: "Why are you causing trouble for him? What can you cause trouble for him?"

"He made my mother unhappy, so I won't let him be unhappy either. I'm going to give them some chicken feet to show off how capable I am, and by the way, take a look at what that "excellent" Cheng Xinlin is doing. He has only been in college for a year, and I have to care about him as a person who has experienced it. Why, he is allowed to be arrogant in front of me, but I am not allowed to show off to him?" I deliberately emphasized the word "excellent", and Ms. Lin couldn't help laughing.

"Then I'll let Yuanyuan go with you?"

"No, he will affect my performance. Mom, I am no longer the Cheng Lin who can be bullied by others. I knew it from the visit of my second aunt and her family. If I continue to endure it, I would be a fool. Why do I pretend to be a good person? Aren't they tired?" I casually blew the hair that fell in front of my eyes, but I didn't know how smart I looked in Ms. Lin's eyes.

"Then go ahead. On the surface, they are still relatives, and he won't do anything to you. Go early and come back early, so as not to delay your stall setting up."

"Okay, I'll just clean up and go get a small box of chicken feet."

In fact, I have wanted to go to Cheng Antai’s house for a long time. After being reborn, I can’t help but meet this “ultimate boss”.

Yes, I made a "list of enemies". Cheng Xingmin is temporarily ranked second because he is not as smart as his brother. Cheng Antai's family is ranked first as the culprit of my death in the previous life. If I don't take revenge, I will be unworthy of being born again. What's more, there is also the revenge of poisoning in the college entrance examination. How I choose my life path is my own business. If they insist on interfering and influencing my choice, then don't blame me for not considering the so-called blood relationship. They didn't think about these when they harmed me.

This time I went there to confirm whether they were the ones who did the college entrance examination incident.

As for how to take revenge, I certainly won't risk my life and my future to do something to them, it's not worth it. I'm still too young and I don't have much to master, so I don't have a specific plan for now, but I'm still very happy to disgust them occasionally.

These are side quests, leveling up, killing monsters, and picking up equipment; the main quest is to make money, not only to make money, but also to do things I wanted to do but couldn't do in my previous life, including facilitating the divorce of Ms. Lin and Cheng Xingmin. I cherish my chance to live again. If I can let those who hurt me get the punishment they deserve, complete some unfinished regrets, live happily again, and enjoy a different life, it is precious!

I rode Ms. Lin's electric scooter and arrived at Cheng Antai's doorstep. It's his home, but it's rented. It's rented, but it's also his nephew Cheng Xinkun's. Who knows if he'll pay the rent. I looked at the rusty red door and snorted coldly. This yard was bought in the county town by Cheng Xinkun when his business was booming. He said it was a place for retirement. When he first bought this yard, our family was still living in a small house of a few square meters. Ms. Lin proposed to rent this yard, but Cheng Xinkun refused. Who knew that two years later, he took the initiative to let Cheng Antai and his family move in. Cheng Xinkun, Cheng Xinkun, you only know how to be close to your uncle, right? You can be close to him, but you always think about our things. I can't stand this.

Cheng Antai opened a small restaurant, only doing business in the evening and for supper, but the business was average. How could it be anything but average? I complained that in the catering business, one should either go for the high-end route of exquisite luxury or the affordable route of good quality and low price. But he was the one selling the most ordinary ingredients at the most expensive price, being too fussy and greedy. If Cheng Antai had not studied cooking for so many years and was really good at it, this business would have failed long ago...

At this time, they should all be at home, preparing for the evening.

I was holding chicken feet in my left hand and a big bag of oranges I bought on the road in my right hand. It was nothing for others to bring oranges, but it was different when I brought oranges. If they had done something bad like that, they would feel guilty, and no matter how well they covered it up, there would be flaws.

I kicked the door directly. After all, I was holding things in both hands. I was expecting who would open the door for me? My thoughtful uncle? My soft-spoken aunt? My delicate and sensitive cousin? Or my arrogant cousin?