Seventies Sweetheart: From Breakup to Billionaire-Chapter 169: No More Than This

He keenly spotted a piece of milk candy hidden among the seeds, dug it out without hesitation, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

So sweet.

No wonder the kids at home are always clamoring for milk candy; it really does taste much better than fruit candy.

Aunt Lin silently placed a few pieces of milk candy on the seeds and called out to Uncle Lin, "Big brother, have some more."

Uncle Lin didn’t stand on ceremony, grabbed the milk candies, and put them in his pocket, "The kids at home love these, I’ll take them back for them."

"Kids just love candy, my girl loves it too."

Just a few, no more to give!

As soon as Lin Xiang stepped through the door, she heard Uncle Lin say, "Xiuli, I need to apologize to you. What happened with the New Year money yesterday, it was indeed wrong of the kids. But there were so many people at home then, if I had scolded them on the spot, my two daughters-in-law wouldn’t have been happy, so I specially came today to apologize. Please don’t be angry."

"Afraid of the daughters-in-law being upset, but not worried about how your first-time visiting sister and niece would feel? Uncle, you still treat my mom and me like outsiders."

Lin Xiang took off her gloves and scarf, hung them on the rack by the door, and immediately retorted to Uncle Lin.

She truly felt she was in the world of a book, as the antagonists always seemed to have their intelligence forcibly lowered.

Whoever believes what Uncle Lin said must be an idiot.

Mrs. Lin, having been influenced by Lin Xiang, had already raised her awareness and naturally didn’t believe Uncle Lin’s words.

"How could an eight-year-old understand so much? If you say that there wasn’t an adult behind this, I wouldn’t believe a word of it!"

"Xiuli..."

Lin Xiang sat down directly in front of Mrs. Lin and got straight to the point, "Uncle, your purpose today isn’t just about apologizing, right? I’ve never seen someone apologize empty-handed. Let’s not beat around the bush, just tell us your purpose."

Uncle Lin was furious but embarrassed, "Girl, I’m at least your elder. Is this how you speak to your elders?"

Lin Xiang only smiled silently.

Uncle Lin felt as if he’d punched cotton, neither going up nor down, making him feel uncomfortable.

Yet, he did have business for coming over, clearly angry, but had to swallow his pride.

"Girl, your uncle is here today to discuss the spicy powder business with you. 150 yuan is like a fortune to us, we can’t scrape together that much money. Can you reduce it a bit?"

Lin Xiang spread her hands, "My Fifth Uncle has already scraped together 200 yuan. If I wasn’t considering you’re my uncle, showing some face for my mom, I would have given the recipe to my Fifth Uncle yesterday afternoon."

"Uncle, I’ve already cut you 50 yuan, you can’t expect me to make a loss, can you? I have you in my heart, you also have to think more of me as your niece."

"I’ll wait until the eighth of the lunar month for you at most. If by the eighth you still can’t gather the money, then I’ll only be able to let my Fifth Uncle take over the business at 200 yuan."

Lin Xiang ignored Uncle Lin’s unpleasant expression and continued, "You’re my real uncle, and Fifth Uncle is also my real uncle, both are my relatives, it doesn’t matter to whom I give it."

If she wasn’t considering Mrs. Lin’s feelings, Lin Xiang hadn’t even intended to let Uncle Lin participate.

Uncle Lin left the Lin family feeling heavy-hearted.

Upon returning home, his wife immediately approached him, "How did it go, did you persuade them?"

Uncle Lin looked grim, "That Lin Xiang is as tough as nails, can’t get through to her! 150 yuan, not willing to budge a single cent, and even said they’d only wait until the eighth. If by the eighth we can’t come up with the money, they’ll just hand over the recipe to Lin the Fifth!"

He didn’t even mention the 200 yuan.

Uncle Lin’s wife muttered, "I don’t know how Xiuli raised that child, such a cute little girl when she was young, how did she become like this, recognizing money, not relatives!"

Thankfully Lin Xiang wasn’t there, if she’d heard Uncle Lin and his wife’s words, she would’ve given them a good scolding.

The Lin family never treated her as a real relative, why should she care about their opinions?

With no relatives to visit, Lin Xiang and Mrs. Lin slept at home from the third day of the lunar New Year until the seventh, catching up on all the lost sleep from being busy earlier.

However, besides meals, Lin Xiang would still spend some time each day reading and studying.

Even though she understood everything in the textbooks, it had still been years since she’d been to school, so she needed to reacquaint herself with studying to quickly adjust once she returned to school.

On the evening of the seventh, Uncle Lin and his wife came to the Lin family again.

Lin Xiang and Mrs. Lin were having dinner.

Because of leftovers from the New Year’s Eve feast, they had been having meat every meal for several days, and Lin Xiang felt her stomach was getting a bit uneasy from all the rich food, so she just cooked some simple plain noodles today for a light meal.

Uncle Lin’s wife glanced at the plain noodle soup and instinctively asked, "You’re eating just this?"

Lin Xiang finished her bowl of soup before looking up at Uncle Lin’s wife, "Is there a problem?"

It’s the middle of the New Year, just plain noodles. Wasn’t it said that Lin Xiang earned a lot of bonuses at the cotton spinning factory and their family’s living conditions were very good?

Why was it different from what she imagined?

But she conveniently ignored the fact that there were still many families struggling to have one decent meal, and what Lin Xiang and Mrs. Lin were eating were hand-made noodles made from white flour, which was already better than many families.

"I brought you a smoked chicken, let your mom cook it for you later," Uncle Lin’s wife said with a smile as she handed over her goods to Mrs. Lin.

Lin Xiang gave it a glance, "If you hadn’t said it’s a smoked chicken, I would’ve thought it was a quail."

It wasn’t any bigger than one of Lin Xiang’s hands, probably not much larger than a chick.

Really, they must’ve gone to great lengths to find the smallest one among the several chickens they raise at home.

"Well, actually, it wasn’t small initially, it just shrank after being smoked."

Mrs. Lin set down her bowl and hurriedly took the chicken into the kitchen. By the time she came back out, Lin Xiang had already started questioning their reason for visiting.

Uncle Lin’s wife nudged Uncle Lin.

Looking troubled, Uncle Lin finally pulled out a still-warm envelope from his pocket.

"Girl, here’s the money for the recipe, count it."

Even if Uncle Lin hadn’t said so, Lin Xiang would have counted it to avoid future denials from their family.

Inside were a few large banknotes, but mostly small bills.

Lin Xiang counted it over and over, no matter how she counted, it was only a little over 110 yuan, not even reaching 120.

"Uncle, this isn’t the same as we agreed before, is it?"

"Girl, your uncle’s practically sold everything but the pots and pans, even with your two cousins, we could only gather this much. Can’t you make it a little easier?"