Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

"You don't need to worry about the ingredients; they've all been prepared over there."

I'll pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Just prepare five catties of braised beef.

This is the money for the braised beef; the old man loves the braised dishes here.

After seeing Shen Mingyuan off, Zhang Wenying put the money away and continued with her work.

"Zhang Wenying, give me a serving of braised pork rice, plus two braised eggs."

Zhang Wenying glanced at him.

"A total of one dollar and fifty cents."

Also, give me the twenty yuan for the third child's living expenses this month.

Li Jianguo's face darkened. He took out twenty yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the table, then took out one yuan and fifty cents and gave it to Zhang Wenying.

"Zhang Wenying, you are simply a complete miser."

The thing I regret most in my life, Li Jianguo, is marrying a woman like you.

That damned woman, she only cares about money, not people.

He's giving him face by coming here to eat, and she still dares to ask him for money? She's really obsessed with money.

Zhang Wenying took the money without even lifting her eyelids, her tone as indifferent as if she were commenting on the weather: "Regret it? Well, that suits you perfectly. We're already divorced."

"you······"

Li Jianguo was speechless, his face turning ashen. His lips trembled a few times before he finally let out a cold snort, picked up his food, and sat down in the corner.

With each bite of braised pork rice, Li Jianguo's feelings became even more complicated.

He truly regretted marrying Zhang Wenying.

That damned woman spoiled his palate and his habits.

Ma Hongping's cooking is not as good as Zhang Wenying's; she can't even wash clothes properly.

She did wash his clothes last night, but she didn't clean the stains off the clothes properly, and they still smelled sour after drying.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He picked at the rice in his bowl, feeling a tightness in his chest.

She used to focus on taking care of the family, and he never realized how precious those things were.

Now that they're divorced, I belatedly realize how precious it is that Zhang Wenying managed the household so well, prepared delicious meals, and kept her clothes spotless.

What's more, she can make money and has become a hero.

He had swallowed his pride and taken the initiative to find her, but this damned woman didn't even glance at him, treating him with the indifference of a stranger.

Zhang Wenying, just you wait.

You're an orphan; you'll regret leaving me sooner or later.

Even if you beg me to come back, I might not agree.

snort!

The next day at nine o'clock, Zhang Wenying finished arranging things at the shop and then got into Shen Mingyuan's car with five catties of braised beef.

The car wound its way through the city, eventually ending up on a tree-lined road.

Tall sycamore trees line both sides of the road, their intertwined branches casting dappled light and shadow on the car roofs.

Zhang Wenying looked out the car window and silently memorized the route.

This place is near the outskirts of the city, with a quiet environment and few vehicles passing by. Occasionally, you can see a few jeeps with military license plates driving by.

The car stopped in front of an iron gate. After the gatekeeper checked Shen Mingyuan's documents, he saluted him and let him through.

The area is heavily guarded, with three-story villas spaced five to ten meters apart along the way.

Inside, the flowers are in full bloom, the trees are shady, and the environment is quiet and elegant.

Shen Mingyuan parked the car in front of a small building, turned off the engine, and turned to Zhang Wenying, saying, "We're here, get out of the car."

To be honest, even though Zhang Wenying had witnessed the prosperity of later generations, she had never seen such a high-end residential area before in the 1980s.

I never expected that the old man's place would be so quiet and elegant, so high-class that it was quite a surprise.

The small building has white walls and red tiles, and a lush cluster of roses grows in front of the door, which is in full bloom.

Zhang Wenying took a deep breath.

It would be incredibly pleasant to retire here.

Shen Mingyuan stepped forward and rang the doorbell. A short while later, a simply dressed middle-aged woman opened the door.

"Comrade Shen has arrived, please come in."

The middle-aged woman smiled and stepped aside, her gaze pausing slightly as it fell on Zhang Wenying. "And who is this?"

"This is Comrade Zhang Wenying, a guest I invited on behalf of Elder Zhang," Shen Mingyuan introduced, stepping aside.

Zhang Wenying nodded slightly, carrying the braised beef, and followed Shen Mingyuan into the room.

The living room was small, but decorated simply and elegantly. An elderly man with gray hair sat on an old-fashioned rosewood sofa, wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper.

The living room had a television, a radio, and an old-fashioned electric fan that was whirring.

Hearing the noise, the old man put down his newspaper and looked gently toward the door.

"Old Zhang, this is Comrade Zhang Wenying." Shen Mingyuan stepped forward, speaking respectfully.

The old man slowly stood up, smiled and nodded at Zhang Wenying: "Comrade Zhang, please sit down, please sit down."

The old general looked at Zhang Wenying with some delight.

This girl is bright and energetic, with clear eyes; she looks like a capable person.

He pointed to the sofa next to him, gesturing for Zhang Wenying to sit down, and then said to the middle-aged woman, "Old Li, quickly bring up the fruit platter."

When guests come, we can't be negligent.

The middle-aged woman responded and turned to go to the kitchen.

Zhang Wenying placed the braised beef on the coffee table and smiled politely: "Mr. Zhang, this is my first time visiting. I didn't know what you liked, so I brought some braised beef from my own farm. Please don't mind."

"Haha, how could I dislike it?"

Braised beef is great, it's my favorite!

Old Zhang laughed heartily, his gaze lingering on the braised beef for a moment before turning to Zhang Wenying. "Young Zhang, you're so thoughtful," he said. "These days, it's not easy to find a good braised dish."

He patted the sofa next to him, gesturing for Zhang Wenying to sit closer.

"Come, sit closer and let's talk, don't be shy." Old Zhang's voice was a little hoarse, but it was warm and friendly.

"Comrade Shen said that you are a capable and good comrade."

Work hard and earn money through your own abilities; there's nothing shameful about it.

Zhang Wenying felt a warmth in her heart and nodded: "Old Zhang, you're right. I earn my living with my own skills and my own money, and I feel at ease."

Although it was their first meeting, Zhang Wenying had a very good impression of the old man.

He spoke simply and sincerely, without any airs, more like a neighborly elder chatting with someone.

Shen Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the two chatting happily.

He sat down on a chair nearby, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Shen Mingyuan carefully observed the two people's appearances and found them to be quite similar, especially the charm between their eyebrows and eyes, which were almost identical.

He was secretly amazed, but said nothing, simply watching the scene unfold.

Old Zhang asked Zhang Wenying about some trivial matters in her life. When he learned that she was raising her child alone and had even sold her job, he nodded repeatedly and said, "It's not easy, it's really not easy."

"A woman can hold up the sky; she's stronger than many men." He paused, his eyes showing more concern.

"How old are your children? Are they boys or girls?" Zhang Wenying replied with a smile, "Three sons and two daughters."

The eldest son is married, the second son works in a machine factory, the third son is still studying, one of the daughters runs a business, and the youngest daughter is still in school.