Reborn into the 70: Turning Adversity into Her Dazzling Path

Yao Zhenjiang brought the dried meat made by Grandma Yao, which Yang Yunhai kept, but he returned the packet of Hongtashan cigarettes.

The reason was that he didn't smoke.

A non-smoking man is simply a rare find; Yao Zhenjiang's impression of Yang Yunhai improved even more.

It's just a pity that Yang Yunhai's status is there, and his home is in the Capital City. If their family's Yaya were a few years older, and if the Tian Family hadn't fallen, they'd make a good match.

If Gu Lingling knew that just from one meeting, her grandpa conjured up so many thoughts, she'd definitely be surprised with wide eyes.

She never truly considered that possibility.

With the experiences of her past life, Gu Lingling felt that in this life, she would never be able to fall for someone else again.

Especially when the person in question is Yang Yunhai!

Yao Zhenjiang carefully instructed Gu Lingling once more before finally heading home; he had only taken a half-day leave from his factory, and he needed to rush back to work in the afternoon.

After he left, Gu Lingling greeted Yang Yunhai and went to the kitchen.

"Is your nickname Yaya?" Yang Yunhai, sitting in the yard with a book basking in the sun, asked Gu Lingling who was washing vegetables.

"Yes." Gu Lingling paused, remembering her mother Yao Qianru, "It's the nickname my mom gave me, Yaya is easy to raise."

The fleeting sorrow that briefly passed over Gu Lingling was noticed by Yang Yunhai.

"Brother Yang, what would you like for lunch?" Gu Lingling asked, "How about noodle slices?"

"Call me Brother Hai." Yang Yunhai flipped a page of his book, somewhat absent-minded.

Just now, Shen Lingyu also called him Brother Yang, and now hearing Gu Lingling call him that made him uncomfortable.

"Oh." Gu Lingling glanced at him, not seeing anything amiss, and continued washing vegetables.

Brother Hai!

Only those who are very familiar with Yang Yunhai would call him that.

Gu Lingling thought to herself that she wasn't close enough for that!

Who knew, just as the vegetables were cleaned, Yao Jingsong returned, carrying an old hen.

It was a hen raised by Grandma Yao herself, specifically for laying eggs, yet she slaughtered it and brought it over.

Upon hearing Yao Zhenjiang say Yang Yunhai's thoughts when he got home, Grandma Yao was upset, "He saved the lives of our two kids, we must make sure he restores his health."

And she wanted to catch an old hen from the backyard, "This hen is the best for nourishment."

"We mustn't take advantage of the young man." Grandma Yao muttered.

"I think the same, but Yaya had already promised." Yao Zhenjiang sighed.

"Our Yaya isn't a short-sighted girl; she must have her reasons for doing so." Grandma Yao said, "Didn't you say Mr. Yang's grandpa once lived here?"

"By autumn, we should prepare some dried meat, sausages, and gather some wild goods to send through Mr. Yang to his grandpa."

Yao Zhenjiang thought it over and agreed, then shouted for Yao Jingsong to catch the chicken.

Yao Jingsong didn't care anymore upon hearing it was for Yang Yunhai's recovery, ran off joyfully to catch the hen, and grabbed the fattest one, "Round fatty, you must make a sacrifice."

After all, he helped Grandma Yao raise those chickens.

"What can I help with?" Casually, Yao Jingsong glanced sneakily towards Yang Yunhai, asking Gu Lingling.

"See that pile of firewood? Go chop some wood." Gu Lingling unreservedly directed him to do all the physical labor.

If this were at Grandma Yao's house, Yao Jingsong would have dropped the ball, but his idol was sitting nearby, and knowing he got injured saving him, he couldn't lose face in front of his idol.

Gu Lingling raised an eyebrow, surprised that Yao Jingsong was so obedient in front of Yang Yunhai.

"You mean there's more writing to do? I've finished it all."

When it came to chopping wood, he did it without a word.

Turning the vegetable garden, he also did it swiftly.

But why does he now have to write again?

Even Grandma Yao doesn't nag as much as Gu Lingling does, thinking he could escape for a while.

Yao Jingsong was frustrated.

"Didn't you say you'd listen to me from now on?" Gu Lingling, eyebrow raised, looked at her blushing brother, "Are you going back on your word? Brother Hai can testify."

Alright, Yao Jingsong admitted defeat.