Reborn as a Superpower Girl in the 80s

Gao Suhua also didn’t know why those who lived in the same room with her knew of the crime she committed. They all looked down on her with contempt and would even mock her collectively during rest times. She truly lived in fear every day. Before her eyes, she appeared seven or eight years older than before she came in, numbly performing the tasks arranged by the prison guards, feeling that there was no end in sight for her days.

In Qingshan Village, Zhao Jianing had been cooped up inside the house for several days. Now, other than her household registration and school enrollment documents—which she had received that day and carelessly stashed in her pocket—everything else had been burned to ashes, even the bag she had brought with her was not spared.

That day, fearing someone might pilfer her belongings, she had hidden her bag within a bundle. Little did she know such an incident would occur, leaving her literally penniless and empty-handed.

Over the past few days, no one from the Zhao Family Sisters had provoked her, after all, it was their squabble that caused the oil lamp to fall onto the bundle. They felt somewhat guilty and also pitied the loss of those items.

But this person had stayed cooped up in the house for days on end, still expecting them to cook and tend to her, and they were not willing to oblige.

That day, when Zhao Pulin came back from work, Zhao Xiaoxing promptly served him a full bowl of food, urging him to eat quickly. Zhao Pulin, having worked a full day, was already very hungry.

Just as Zhao Pulin finished eating and was about to rest a bit in his room, Zhao Jianing happened to come out of the house and asked towards the kitchen, "Isn’t the food ready yet?"

Zhao Pulin’s steps faltered as he turned to look towards the kitchen, just about to say something when he heard Zhao Xiaoxing respond, "If you want to eat, make it yourself. We are not your servants. Do you still think you’re the young lady of the house, expecting others to wait on you hand and foot, as if you’re still some big shot from the city?

"Day in and day out, we have to work for our work points, gather pig feed, and then come back to tend to our own plots. Now on top of all that, we have to wait on you, the delicate city miss who’s used to living in comfort."