Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Yang Wenbin and others have gone to work; at the Yang Family home, the elderly couple and their two grandsons were surprised when He Xuewen arrived, complaining why he didn’t call beforehand so that Yang Wenbin could have picked them up.

Mrs. Yang, Xiang Yingchun, is a very delicate person, somewhat reminiscent of Lin Meimei, but when she speaks, she sounds like Shi Xiangyun. Indeed, how could Mr. Yang, a steel-blooded general who commands the wind and clouds, fall in love with the sorrowful and sensitive Lin Meimei?

Yang Wenbin’s eldest son, Yang Yunkun, is the same age as Tian Xinhua, and his youngest son, Yang Zhikun, is the same age as He Chengsi. Both are at an age that even cats and dogs despise, but they quickly started playing with Tian Xinhua and He Chengsi.

The two brothers, Yang Yunkun, are probably at the beginning of puberty, feeling bashful around the pretty and delicate girl, Tian Sisi, and not playing much with her. Tian Sisi obediently sits on the couch, listening to He Xuewen and Mr. Yang chatting.

Xiang Yingchun quite likes the well-behaved and quiet Tian Sisi, bringing out a lot of candies and melon seeds. Unable to refuse the enthusiasm of the old lady, Tian Sisi had no choice but to eat the seeds, forgiving herself for having been hurt by nougat before.

He Xuewen plans to deliver the alcohol to Mr. Yun tomorrow. This time he brought ten jars of alcohol, with five for each, the Yang Family and the Yun Family, enough to drink for several months.

Then the phone rang at the Yang Family’s home, surprisingly from Luo Datou, "Yang Haoyuan, tell that kid He Xuewen to hurry up and deliver the wine, the last jar is almost finished."

"Luo Datou, have you grown eyes that can see for miles? Xuewen just arrived at my house!" Mr. Yang was secretly shocked, not expecting that Old Yun, having lived quietly these years, still couldn’t miss a beat in Beijing.

"Hehe, I didn’t grow the ability to see for miles, my master figured it out."

It seemed like a slight cough arose from the phone, Luo Datou’s tone shifted, "I won’t waste words with you, tell He Xuewen to hurry up, don’t dawdle."