When the female supporting character possesses a beauty system chp7

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Chapter 7: Tingting (5)

“Whose cooking is this? Why does it smell so good?”

“I think it’s from Cunming’s house.”

“Cunming’s house? Didn’t Cunming go to the fields early this morning? He’s still busy out there.”

“Then it must be Tingting who cooked it. That girl has been helping with the cooking since she was little.”

“This is incredible, the aroma of this meat…”

“It smells so good.”

Han Cunming caught the scent long before he reached home. At first, he didn’t think much of it, just wondering why it smelled so delicious. But as the aroma grew stronger and closer, he couldn’t help but quicken his pace. Could that fragrance really be coming from his own house?

Just as Han Cunming arrived home, Tan You was taking the braised pork belly out of the wok. Cheng Wenhui had been strict with her, but she had also taught her many rules of etiquette—for example, not to start eating until everyone was at the table, and that juniors could only begin after the elders had picked up their chopsticks.

So, after setting all the dishes on the table, Tan You didn’t touch her chopsticks. Instead, she sat at the table, reading a book while waiting for Han Cunming to return. Conquering unfamiliar knowledge was clearly addictive; Tan You was gradually finding her math textbook more and more interesting.

Of course, she was still a long way from falling in love with math. The trauma it had inflicted on her was too deep to be erased in just a few days.

Han Cunming was also puzzled. He felt that Han Tingting’s behavior this time was very unusual. In the past, as soon as she came home for vacation, she would turn on the TV and stay up watching it until midnight, then sleep in late the next morning.

She never used to do her homework or even glance at her old textbooks—the pages were always blank. But this time, it was as if she had undergone a complete transformation, suddenly falling in love with studying.

With no time to investigate Han Tingting’s strange behavior, he washed his hands and sat down to eat. His first bite was naturally the visually stunning braised pork belly. The pork was so tender it melted in his mouth, yet it wasn’t greasy at all. Paired with white rice, it was a truly sublime culinary experience.

After finishing his first bowl of rice, Han Cunming’s eating pace slowed. Tan You, holding her own bowl, felt a pang of hunger. She loved good food, and the meals she’d had at other people’s houses these past few days had been rather plain. Honestly, she hadn’t had a truly satisfying meal in a while.

Since Han Tingting herself wasn’t overweight, Tan You ate heartily. When only a small bowl of food remained, she put down her chopsticks. The old man’s cooking was usually just so-so; she decided to leave the leftovers for him to eat that evening.

Han Cunming was a typical rural old man: he worked in the fields but did nothing around the house. You couldn’t count on him for chores like washing pots and dishes. So, after lunch, Tan You dutifully went to the well to wash the dishes herself.

It would take longer to argue about it than to just get the dishes done, she thought.

Seeing Tan You washing dishes at the well, Han Cunming, with a toothpick dangling from his mouth, went into the room. He first touched the back of the television; it was completely cold. The toothpick in his mouth twitched. Could it be that she really spent the day studying?

Unable to figure it out, Han Cunming didn’t dwell on it. He sauntered back to the living room, settled comfortably into his recliner, and savored his rare afternoon nap.

When Tan You returned to the main hall, she didn’t speak to Han Cunming. She was too busy to waste time on small talk. Her focus was on improving Han Tingting’s grades and conquering the two major hurdles: math and physics.

Every minute was precious to her now, and she couldn’t bear to waste a single one.

Dozing in his recliner, Han Cunming cracked open one eye. He saw his granddaughter—who had always been at the bottom of her class—hunched over the dining table in the living room, deep in thought as she stared at the problems before her.

He smiled faintly, closed his eyes again, and settled in for his afternoon nap.

Around 3 PM, Tan You packed up the textbooks she had brought home and got ready to leave for school. If she left now, she could take a shower, wash her clothes, and still be just in time for dinner.

Her movements were light and quick as she planned her evening. The monthly exam papers should be graded by now, she thought. I wonder what my scores will be this time.

Han Cunming emerged from his room and handed Tan You ten yuan. “Is this enough?”

Tan You thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, “Could you give me another ten? I need to buy some daily necessities.”

Han Cunming took the ten-yuan bill back from her. When he returned, he handed her a twenty-yuan bill. Tan You clutched the banknote tightly and promised, “I won’t waste it.”

Han Cunming waved his hand dismissively. “It’s yours now. Hurry up and get to school.”

Tan You smiled. “Okay, I’m leaving now.”

She wheeled her bicycle out the door. She hadn’t ridden far when someone caught up to her from behind. It was Yang Shun, the boy she had seen that morning. He looked at her unhappily. “Why didn’t you wait for me before leaving?”

Tan You stared at him. “You didn’t wait for me when you came back yesterday, either.”

Han Tingting might have liked Yang Shun once, but Tan You didn’t. Perhaps she just wasn’t wired that way; the so-called “maidenly feelings” were completely nonexistent in her.

After saying that, Tan You ignored him and simply charged ahead, pedaling furiously. As she rode, she recited math formulas and physics definitions to herself. She had never been this diligent, not even in her own studies.

Yang Shun had already lost face to her that morning, and now she was ignoring him again. How could he stand it? Boys at this age were incredibly proud. Since Tan You had made it clear she didn’t want to ride with him, he certainly wasn’t going to keep chasing after her.

With a heavy snort, he stomped on his pedals and quickly left Tan You far behind.

Tan You glanced at his retreating figure. “So weird.”

She had access to all of Han Tingting’s memories, but watching them and experiencing them firsthand were two different things. Besides, Tan You herself was a bit slow on the uptake. Things others might grasp instantly took her a long time to fully understand.

To others, Tan You seemed a bit dull. But this wasn’t a big deal—at least, she didn’t think so.

After arriving at the dormitory, Tan You immediately got busy showering and washing her clothes. On the way, she had bought two sets of underwear and a toothbrush, along with other toiletries.

“Tingting, isn’t that new underwear? Why are you washing it?” a girl asked as Tan You was doing her laundry.

Tan You paused. She had simply noticed that Han Tingting always washed new clothes before wearing them, so she had instinctively done the same.

“I heard you shouldn’t wear new clothes right away. You should wash them first. Who knows how much dust they collected during production?”

Tan You offered an excuse. This reasoning, which would become common knowledge later, wasn’t widely accepted at the time.

“You have a point,” the girl said, her tone tinged with pride. “My mom just bought me a new jacket today. I’ll wash it too.”

Unfortunately for her, she was casting a boastful glance at a blind person.

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