Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Zhou Yali was extremely surprised to see so much stuff; she had not expected her daughter-in-law’s relatives to be so wealthy. It seemed like all of it could cost more than what one person’s annual bus fare could afford! From the tone of He Xuewen just now, he seemed to have connections in this regard, prompting Zhou Yali’s interest, and her demeanor became even more enthusiastic.

Zhou Yali’s friend lived in Xujiahui, which was a bit far from Yangpu District. They had to transfer between two bus routes. Since Tian Mantong had drunk alcohol and could not drive, they had no choice but to take the public bus. Fortunately, at this time, Shanghai’s public transportation system was still well-developed, with stations right outside.

Nowadays, bus fares are really cheap, costing just two cents or five cents a ride. The quality of the passengers on the bus was also very good. As soon as Zhou Yali got on the bus, several young men and women offered her their seats. Even Tian Sisi was offered a seat by a middle-aged woman, but Sisi, not wanting to impose, hurriedly declined with a smile.

However, the middle-aged woman was simply too enthusiastic. The final arrangement was for the woman to hold Sisi in her lap. In truth, Tian Sisi would have preferred to stand; being held by someone in such hot weather was truly uncomfortable.

Finally, it was a relief to reach their stop. Tian Sisi thanked the kind auntie and fled the bus as if escaping. The bus without air conditioning was stifling, with the smell of sweat and body odor combining into an indescribable mix. Had she not gotten off, she felt she might have vomited.

"Is Ah Nan feeling sick from the ride? Your little face is so pale, how pitiful!" Seeing Tian Sisi’s face pale yet another shade, Zhou Yali began to nag worriedly.

Tian Mantong, feeling pity for his niece, picked up Tian Sisi. He Xuewen held an umbrella behind her to block the sun. Zhou Yali watched in secret amazement — this niece from her daughter-in-law’s side was truly a delicate Princess made of tofu, seemingly about to shatter with a single touch.

Zhou Yali’s friend’s house was also located in an alleyway, not a small western-style building, but a two-story wooden attic shared by several families, using a communal kitchen and bathroom. Such houses were very common in Shanghai during the 70s and 80s. It was often the case to see several households cooking together, with a variety of delicious scents wafting from the kitchens, mingling together into another wonderful fragrance.