When the female supporting character possesses a beauty system chp6

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Chapter 6: Tingting

Grandpa Han believed Tan You’s words and didn’t say much more. The old man looked fierce, and in Han Tingting’s memories, he was indeed not an easy person to get along with.

He had a violent temper, just like Tan You’s biological father, Tan Lin, and his favorite pastime was hitting people. The worst incident had been when he hung Han Tingting from a tree and beat her for stealing his money to buy snacks.

However, after Han Tingting started middle school, he stopped hitting her. He probably felt she was too old to be beaten and scolded at the slightest provocation like before.

Perhaps because Grandpa Han had left such a deep shadow on Han Tingting, Tan You treated him with extreme caution, terrified that the old man would be as volatile as Tan Lin.

The grandfather and granddaughter, reunited halfway through life, finished their dinner in silence. Tan You conscientiously went to wash the pots and dishes. Han Cunming was more than happy to avoid the chore, reclining comfortably in his lounge chair and picking his teeth.

After cleaning up, Tan You returned without a word. She sat at the dining table, carefully took out Han Tingting’s math textbook and workbook, and began to stumble through the problems.

Han Cunming shot Tan You a sidelong glance but said nothing.

Tan You welcomed the silence, summoning nearly all her patience. When she encountered a difficult problem she couldn’t solve, she felt discouraged, but what could she do? She had to overcome it on her own.

She worked until midnight before finally rubbing her sore wrist. She had set a goal of completing ten pages and had already finished half. She estimated she could finish the rest tomorrow.

Han Cunming had long since gone to bed, saying nothing about Tan You doing her homework in the main hall. This was unlike Tan You’s biological grandmother, who would complain endlessly if Tan You even turned on a light at night.

At six in the morning, Tan You woke up right on time. She wanted to sleep in, but school had trained her to rise at this hour. Besides, whenever she came home for vacation, there seemed to be an endless list of chores waiting for her.

As she started making breakfast, Han Cunming pushed open his door, yawning. The Han household consisted only of the grandfather and granddaughter. Han Tingting’s family situation was quite tragic: her parents had divorced years ago and both worked in other cities, neither willing to take her. Han Tingting had no choice but to stay in their hometown.

Seeing Han Tingting preparing breakfast, Han Cunming said nothing. He simply took his enamel mug and went to the well to wash up. Tan You didn’t speak to him either; she had no idea what to say to the old man.

She wasn’t an eloquent person to begin with.

The two finished breakfast in silence. Han Cunming wiped his mouth, grabbed his hoe, and prepared to head to the fields. Before leaving, he gave Tan You five yuan and told her to go to the village to buy some meat.

Tan You took the money. “Got it. I’ll also get some tofu skin.”

Han Cunming waved his hand dismissively. “You decide.”

After Han Cunming left for the fields, Tan You didn’t rush to clean up. Instead, she took the money and went to the village to buy groceries. To get good meat, you had to go early; otherwise, all the best cuts would be gone.

Just as she wheeled her bicycle out of the house, a woman from next door called out, “Tingting, going grocery shopping? Can you pick up a fish for me?”

Tan You stopped and looked at her. When the woman made no move to give her money, Tan You pressed her lips together. “Money first.”

The woman froze. “Just pay for it first. I’ll pay you back later.”

Tan You immediately swung onto her bike. “I don’t have any money.”

“Hey!” The woman tried to call her back, but Tan You had already pedaled out of sight, leaving her to stomp her foot in frustration. Han Tingting was never like this before. Why is she so dense today?

Tan You had no idea someone had just called her dense. Of course, she herself knew she was a bit slow, not great with words, and completely clueless about social etiquette. She had only one firm rule: getting money out of her pocket was absolutely impossible.

With this thought, she pedaled even faster, as if afraid someone was chasing her.

After a tour of the village market, Tan You successfully bought pork belly and tofu skin, spending every last bit of the five yuan. These tasks were familiar to her; both she and Han Tingting had learned all sorts of household chores from a young age.

When she returned from shopping, the woman who had called out to her earlier was nowhere in sight. Tan You didn’t care. She knew who the woman was, but what did that have to do with her? No one expected a middle schooler to socialize with adults.

Setting aside the ingredients for lunch, Tan You didn’t rest. She pulled out the workbook she had left half-finished the night before. Unfortunately, she had barely solved a few problems when someone came looking for Han Tingting.

“Han Tingting, we’re going fishing. You in?” Three boys stood at the door. The leader, about the same height as Han Tingting with a fair, clean-cut face, was Yang Shun—the son of the woman from that morning.

The other two boys with Yang Shun were named Han Peng and Han Wei. All three carried fishing rods on their shoulders and held small buckets in their hands.

Tan You glanced at them, then lowered her head again. “I’m not going. I’m busy.”

Yang Shun seemed surprised. Han Tingting, who always went along with him, was actually refusing to follow him today. Before, she would have eagerly tagged along before he even finished speaking. What was wrong with her this time?

Tan You meant what she said. She ignored them completely, focusing on her workbook.

Han Wei sneered, “With grades like yours, studying this hard won’t get you into a good high school anyway.”

Han Peng, the more considerate one, tugged at Han Wei’s sleeve. “If she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to. Why say things like that? If we catch any fish later, I’ll bring you a couple.”

Tan You smiled faintly. “No need. If you catch any, just take them home yourselves.”

Her mother, Cheng Wenhui, had always been strict with her: Never accept things from others for free. Even if you really want something, you must offer something of equal value in return. Don’t take advantage of people. Tan You had known this since she was a child.

Yang Shun curled his lip. Seeing that Tan You was completely ignoring them, he snorted and led the other two boys away. Tan You didn’t even spare them a glance, her attention fixed solely on her workbook.

After finishing the remaining five pages of her workbook, Tan You glanced at the grandfather clock in the living room. It was already 10:30. She went to the kitchen to light the stove and start cooking.

In the countryside, families who farmed rarely used gas stoves, and the Hans were no exception.

Tan You was skilled at lighting the fire. As the red-braised pork simmered slowly over a low flame, she sat behind the stove with a book in her hands. She would occasionally check the fire in the stove chamber before lowering her head to memorize math formulas.

Her cooking skills were average—just enough to get the food cooked—but she was an expert at making red-braised pork. It was Tan Lin’s favorite dish, and he was a picky eater.

He would complain if the meat was tough, overcooked, or not seasoned precisely enough. Through constant refinement, Tan You’s skill at making this dish had skyrocketed.

In this cramped village, everyone could smell what their neighbors were cooking. The moment the aroma of red-braised pork wafted out, its rich scent dominated the air.

Tan You, having been in the kitchen the whole time, had grown accustomed to the smell and didn’t think much of it. But the neighbors couldn’t ignore it. One by one, they started talking about it.

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