I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s-Chapter 25: Writing a Letter to Divorce My Wife

"You've gone to the trouble of coming over, Jiaojiao. Oh, and the clothes the children changed out of last night are in the basin by the water tank. Take them and wash them, thank you for your hard work!"

Zhou Jiaojiao smiled lightly, then placed the breakfast on the table in the main room, didn't say much, and hurriedly had Lu Jiaxuan grab the basin near the water tank and leave, fearing they'd be burdened with more chores.

Once they had left, Shen Meng found herself in a daze. She walked over to the table, lifted the lid of the breakfast Zhou Jiaojiao had brought over, and sure enough, there were only a few black bean pancakes and a bowl of thin soup that could reflect one's image.

She knew Liu Sanjin's stingy wife would never provide them with good food regularly; she definitely wouldn't eat this, and she wouldn't let the children eat it either.

While the children were still asleep, Shen Meng hurried to the kitchen, after cleaning the pot, she took a bucket of millet porridge from her storage, poured half a bucket into the pot, placed five eggs and two nappa cabbage vermicelli rolls on the steaming rack over the pot, covered it with a lid and then lit the fire in the stove.

Lu Mingyang and Lu Mingliang got up and rushed to the east-side room, seeing their younger siblings still asleep, they felt relieved.

"Brother, why did you come over early in the morning to check on Ming Fang and Xiao Kai? Hey, where did mom go? Her body hasn't recovered yet, what's she running around for!"

Lu Mingyang: "..."

Idiot, if I don't keep an eye on my siblings, what if they get sold? All he knows is 'mom, mom', such a simpleton!

"Bro, there's food on the main room table, must be from Fourth Aunt, heh heh, there must be chicken... Ah, how come it's only black-faced buns and thin soup!"

"Having food is good enough, don't touch it, let's wait for mom to come back and decide, go wash your face first. I'll stay here and watch over Ming Fang and Ming Liang."

If it were before, he would have been overjoyed with any food given, but after eating good food all day yesterday, he thought there would be more today.

Lu Mingliang walked outside listlessly when suddenly his steps halted—there was a stir in the kitchen!!!

He sneaked over, his small nose sniffing hard, goodness, there's something delicious.

Shen Meng stoked the fire with a few handfuls of firewood; the millet porridge was already hot, just heated a bit in the pot, and soon began to steam. She saw it was nearly done, then stood up.

Just as she was about to leave, she locked eyes with a pair of shiny bright eyes.

"Mom, did you make food?" The hopeful look, eager to know the answer.

Shen Meng didn't let him down.

"Yes, this morning your Fourth Aunt brought over some food, and mom knew right away you guys wouldn't like it. Good thing we still had some millet, so I made some porridge, and with the nappa cabbage Aunt Tian brought over, I made two vermicelli rolls. Go wash your face quickly, and we'll start eating."

Lu Jialiang happily danced in a circle, "Mom, I'll go right now, hehe, mom you're so kind, I saw the food Fourth Aunt brought, you guessed right, I really don't like those black-faced buns anymore!"

He walked back and forth barefoot, then decisively ran back to the main room.

"Bro, you wash up quickly, mom didn't run off for nothing, she made something tasty, let's eat and then get to work quickly, stop watching over Ming Fang and Xiao Kai, they'll wake up soon."

After he finished talking, seeing Lu Mingyang unresponsive, he turned his head and saw Shen Meng smiling at him warmly, his heart skipped a beat, and affectionately said: "Mom!"

Shen Meng waved to the two of them, then entered the east room. Ming Fang and Ming Liang had already gotten up, Lu Mingliang's loud voice had woken them.

"Awoke, get up and let's eat. Ming Fang, today your Third Aunt will come to make clothes for you, you and Xiao Kai stay at home, don't go anywhere, got it?"

Lu Mingfang got up from Shen Meng's kang for the first time, feeling very shy.

Shen Meng looked at the dry child, only wanting to quickly nurture and improve the child's health.

"Come here, let mommy do your hair!"

Lu Mingfang hesitated for a moment, then Shen Meng's large hands gathered up her hair, which was usually casually tied up.

Ming Kai, wearing a top and bare-legged, watched as his mom did his sister's hair, not daring to speak.

Shen Meng set aside the breakfast sent by Zhou Jiaojiao, she and the children ate what she cooked; two vegetables were cut into six pieces, she ate one and left the rest for the children.

The thick millet porridge, fragrant vegetables, and boiled eggs made the children very satisfied. Lu Mingliang alone ate two and a half pieces of vegetable, his little belly round and full.

"Mom, how much grain do we still have at home? Are we going to be hungry later?" Although he enjoyed his meal, he couldn't spoil it like this; black bread might taste bad, but many families ate it to fill their stomachs, and no family could afford to waste it like this.

"You just eat your food; don't worry about the household matters."

Her words had just ended when a knock on the door sounded.

"Is anyone home at Lu Zhenping's house? You have a letter!"

"We are here, wait a moment, I'll be right there!"

It was already past eight in the morning, and it was so hot that one would sweat profusely; Shen Meng directly took the thin soup Zhou Jiaojiao had sent and sprinkled a pinch of brown sugar into it.

"Hello comrade, thank you for making the trip. We are just having some thin soup; here's some extra, have a drink to quench your thirst!"

The postman had been here many times but had never seen Shen Meng's smiling face before. Seeing the brown sugar on the thin soup, he was slightly moved.

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"How can I accept this, comrade? Here are your letter and a remittance slip, please sign here."

Shen Meng handed out the thin soup, took the items from the postman, signed them, and said, "This bit of thin soup is nothing, you still have to ride your bike in this big sun, it's really hard, here is the signature, right, done!"

The postman wiped the sweat from his forehead, drank the soup in a few gulps, took the things from Shen Meng's hand, and right after putting them away, heard a nearby door opening; seeing it was the old lady from this house, he quickly gathered his things, got on his bike, and left without any hesitation.

Liu Sanjin who had just opened the door with a smile, watching the postman's back, felt annoyed, was it because she had stopped him a few times for questions? Did that warrant him avoiding her like this?

Liu Sanjin stamped her foot, hurried a few steps to Shen Meng.

"Mingyang's mother, let Jiaxuan see the letter your eldest sent, I'll read it to you later, and give him the remittance slip to go withdraw the money for you. Is there a package receipt in this letter? Let's..."

Shen Meng rolled her eyes and holding her head said, "What, mom, what are you saying? I can't hear, I have a severe headache, I'm going back to lie down."

"You..."

"Slam!"

Liu Sanjin retreated a few steps as the door closed, almost being hit by Shen Meng the little wench, that black-hearted woman, trying to pocket the money her son sent her, hmph, write a letter, she must write a letter to the eldest to have him come back and divorce her soon!