The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

Today's scraps sold for a lot of money, Wan'er came to the vegetable market, wanting to buy some vegetables, but in the end there was nothing.

Wan'er picks up a lot of vegetable leaves that they don't want every day, and Wan'er thinks those are good, not completely rotten.

At this time, I don't care what other people think of her, as long as I can eat the dishes, Wan'er feels very satisfied.

"Hey, this kid has arms and legs, why are you picking up rotten vegetable leaves here, go away, go away..." a vegetable seller glared at Wan'er and scolded.

Wan'er lowered her head and walked to the side.

"It must be a poor child, otherwise I wouldn't pick these up." Another woman who was a little older and looked at the vegetables at the vegetable stall continued.

Although Wan'er walked away, she could hear her voice clearly.

After finishing speaking, the woman looked at Wan'er.

Wan'er also looked at her.

Seeing her, Wan'er suddenly missed grandma.

I don't know how grandma is doing now, is she doing well, where is she?

Wan'er's dark eyes froze for a moment, then she lowered her head and walked away.

"It's true, young people nowadays, alas—" the vegetable seller smiled and sighed, and didn't continue.

"That's right. It's rare to see people who can endure hardships..." Hearing this, the older woman said, and left after speaking.

"You—" The face of the vegetable seller changed. "Poor ghost."

The eyes were indifferent, and the voice was extremely cold. After speaking, he stretched out his hand and shook it, as if he thought how noble he was. .

It's not that she didn't hear, she just didn't want to pay attention.

Wan'er tiptoed forward and continued to walk. There was a big hole in front of it. Many people threw unsalable and somewhat bad dishes there.

At this time, someone happened to be pouring over there.

Wan'er's eyes lit up, it seemed that there was something to eat today.

Thinking about it, Wan'er squeezed her pocket and walked forward.

Sure enough, Wan'er picked up a lot of rotten vegetable leaves that people didn't want.

Looking at the rotten vegetable leaves in her hand, Wan'er felt that they were still edible.

Wan'er smiled, stroked her stomach and walked back.

Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye, the child is already more than three months old.

Although Wan'er is very tired every day, she is very happy because she is not alone, she has her baby with her.

"Child..." Wan'er was still in a daze when someone called out suddenly.

Wan'er was a little stunned, looked around, and only smiled when she was sure she was being called. "Auntie, are you calling me?"

"Well, yes. Poor child, I found that you come here every day to pick up rotten vegetable leaves. Oh, look at your face, it must be the cause of long-term malnutrition." Standing in front of me was a middle-aged woman , Wan'er has never seen her before, but she feels familiar. "You still have children, how can you go on like this..."

"It's all right, Auntie, I'm fine, the doctor said—"

"Don't lie to Auntie, child... Then, you will wait for me here tomorrow, and I will find you a job. Although it is a bit difficult, at least I can improve your food..." Auntie said blankly , Turned around and left after speaking.

Wan'er was still in a daze, holding the rotten vegetable leaves in her bloated hands and trembling slightly.

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