The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress-Chapter 914 - 892: Top Student in the 1980s 20

Anning got up quite early.

No one else in the family was awake yet, but she was already up.

While reciting English words, she went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Last night, Zhang Heping and Secretary An both had a bit too much to drink, so they definitely wouldn’t get up early today.

Xiangling had just returned home the day before, and probably didn’t sleep well at night, so she likely wouldn’t get up early either.

Anning made millet porridge, then steamed the buns she prepared last night, and stir-fried two side dishes.

After finishing the meal, she quietly took a lunchbox, packed some meat buns and side dishes, and hid it in her room.

Only then did she go to wake the other three people.

Xiangling was still in a daze when she woke up, thinking she was at the Xiao Family’s house. It took her a moment to remember that she had reunited with her biological parents.

Upon hearing that Anning had already made breakfast, she quickly put on her shoes and got out of bed: "Oh, I fell asleep and totally lost track of time. How could I let you make breakfast, you’re just a kid..."

Murmuring as she went, Xiangling made her way into the kitchen.

Seeing that the breakfast was indeed ready, she went to wake Zhang Heping and his wife.

Once everyone was washed and ready, they sat down for breakfast.

Drinking her milk, Anning said to Zhang Heping, "Dad, can you also order milk for my sister? I heard that drinking milk is good for health and can even whiten the skin..."

"Order it, we’ll all drink it."

Zhang Heping then said to Secretary An, "You should go and order some milk later on. Now we have two daughters, so we have to take good care of ourselves and live longer, at least to see them doing well..."

"What are you saying, Dad? Hurry up and eat."

Anning stuffed a bun into Zhang Heping’s mouth to stop him from talking.

Zhang Heping took out the bun and laughed, "My daughter knows how to care for others now."

Xiangling couldn’t help but chuckle.

After breakfast, Xiangling went to the kitchen to wash dishes, Zhang Heping left for work, and Secretary An took Anning to school.

When she dropped Anning off at the school gate, Anning said to Secretary An, "Mom, this afternoon I’ve agreed to go home with Wu Fanfan, so there’s no need for you to pick me up."

"Alright."

Secretary An agreed and rode her bike back home.

Instead of going to her first-year class, Anning went up to the second floor, wandering around outside second-year class 1 until Xiao Yuan noticed her.

Xiao Yuan followed Anning to a secluded corner in the hallway.

Anning took a lunchbox out of her backpack and handed it to Xiao Yuan: "I secretly brought this for you. At lunchtime, ask the canteen chef to heat it up for you."

Xiao Yuan smiled.

In all the generations, this was the first time Anning had done such a thing. She went to great lengths to secretly bring him a few buns.

Xiao Yuan found it quite novel.

"So you’ve got some nerve to steal buns now, huh?"

Xiao Yuan ruffled Anning’s hair.

"Are you going to eat it or not? It’s not like anyone’s willing to give it to you."

Anning glared at Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan quickly put the lunchbox away: "I’ll eat it, I’ve been craving meat buns! Ah, my wife knows me best."

"Who’s your wife."

Anning said while smoothing out her hair that Xiao Yuan had ruffled: "I’m only seven years old, you’ll have to wait."

Xiao Yuan laughed: "You’re part of my family; you won’t escape."

Anning rolled her eyes at him once more before running off with her backpack.

Holding the lunchbox, Xiao Yuan returned to his classroom, chuckling as he walked, thinking how he was getting more childish as he grew older, now even needing Anning to secretly bring him meat buns.

Looking at his patched pants, Xiao Yuan laughed again, recalling that he was once the Alliance Marshal, and now he had become a poor youngster.

He thought to himself that he needed to come up with a way to make money. He didn’t mind living in poverty, but Anning worried for him, afraid that he wasn’t eating or dressing well, so she’d definitely try to get things for him.

Anning was only seven years old; she wasn’t physically capable of doing much, so it was better for him to figure something out.

Besides, the Xiao family’s financial situation was dire, and Xiao Yuan hoped to improve the family’s situation too.

Just after he thought about how he was regressing, that afternoon Anning spun around outside his classroom again.

Xiao Yuan came out, and Anning stuffed a pair of woolen work shoes into his hands.

The weather was getting colder, and Xiao Yuan was still wearing nearly worn-out cloth shoes. He didn’t mind, but Anning was worried he’d get cold, so she somehow found him a pair of woolen shoes.

"Don’t bring me things in the future."

Xiao Yuan put on the shoes and immediately felt warmer: "If I want something, I’ll figure out a way. If you keep doing this, someone will notice sooner or later."

Anning laughed: "Alright then."

However, she eyed Xiao Yuan’s thin, patched clothing, still thinking about how she could get him a cotton coat.

Anning’s gift of shoes proved to be quite timely.

She gave him the shoes in the afternoon, and the next morning it started to snow.

This year’s first snowfall was quite heavy, unlike past years when it resembled tiny snow beads; this year, large snowflakes filled the sky.

By the time Anning finished her breakfast and headed to school, a layer of snow had already settled on the ground.

Zhang Heping insisted that Secretary An not ride her bike to take Anning to school, worried they might fall on the slippery roads. He put on padded leather shoes and carried Anning to school.

Along the way, Anning felt really embarrassed. Being so old, she still needed someone to carry her to school, it made her blush a little.

"Dad, I can walk by myself."

Anning struggled to get down, but Zhang Heping gave her a light tap with his big hand: "Stay still, don’t move around needlessly, or we might both fall."

Anning didn’t dare move after that.

Zhang Heping carried her to the school gate, sweating profusely by the time they arrived.

Anning felt compassion for her helpful dad: "Dad, take it easy on the way back, and don’t pick me up at noon. I can make my way back home."

Zhang Heping didn’t say much, only leaving once he saw Anning had entered the school.

Xiao Yuan woke up in the morning to see snowflakes falling outside and put on the shoes Anning had given him yesterday before heading to class.

As he walked, he thought to himself that Anning must have foresight, which was why she brought him the shoes.

He arrived at the classroom early, and after sitting down, he began to contemplate how to make some money.

Truth be told, at his age, it was indeed quite challenging. At thirteen or fourteen, he was neither too young nor too old, but still too young for most jobs.

Moreover, the timing wasn’t right for him to engage in business to earn money.

Even trying to make money with his medical skills was not feasible.

After all, his current body was too young, and he hadn’t studied medicine with anyone, so he couldn’t even come up with an excuse.

After much consideration, Xiao Yuan decided to wield the pen instead. If nothing else, he could write articles to earn some manuscript fees, which might not make him rich but would at least keep him fed and clothed.

Being a determined person, he made up his mind and began writing that very afternoon after returning to the dormitory.

Everything was usual in the county, but Fenggou Village was quite lively.

Early in the morning, despite snow falling heavily, Zhang Erzhu and a bunch of his brothers and cousins came to the door.

He shouted at the Xiao Family’s door: "Xiangling, Xiangling, I’m here to take you home."