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

Zhang Wenying was not afraid at all, which made Zhang Yurou's face turn ashen and her fingers clench until they turned white, but she was speechless for a moment.

Aunt Li secretly vented her anger, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Comrade Zhang, what you said was really satisfying.

Shen Mingyuan didn't say anything, but just looked at Zhang Yurou with dissatisfaction.

This woman's behavior is extremely undignified.

"As I've already said, I only came here because of Comrade Shen."

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't come even if you offered me ten thousand.

You should keep this five yuan to buy some medicine and cure your greedy disease of being unable to bear seeing others do well.

After Zhang Wenying finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Shen Mingyuan suddenly spoke up: "Wait a moment."

He pulled a wad of banknotes from his pocket, didn't even count them, and stuffed them directly into Zhang Wenying's handbag.

"You put in the effort, there's no reason for you to leave empty-handed."

Zhang Wenying was taken aback. She looked down at the bulging handbag, then looked up at Shen Mingyuan's calm eyes.

She suddenly smiled and returned the money to Shen Mingyuan.

"Comrade Shen, I appreciate your kindness. But I cannot accept this money."

Shen Mingyuan has already given her more than enough.

Besides, Shen Mingyuan shouldn't be the one to pay for this today.

"Comrade Zhang, are you leaving now?"

When the old general saw Zhang Wenying about to leave, he quickly stood up, leaning on his cane, and said with a hint of reluctance, "It's a rare opportunity for you to come all this way, sit a little longer and keep this old man company."

The elderly men behind the old general also looked at Zhang Wenying with curiosity.

For some reason, this woman always gave them a strange sense of familiarity.

Seeing these elderly men who exuded an air of authority, Zhang Wenying should have felt intimidated, but she found the old general very kind. She simply bowed slightly and said in a calm tone, "General, you flatter me. I have other matters to attend to and cannot stay any longer."

If I have some free time another day, I will definitely pay you a visit and have a good chat with you.

Besides, your family is of such high social standing that Miss Zhang tried to kick me out with just five yuan.

For some reason, Zhang Wenying acted a little childish in front of the old general, wanting to complain to him.

Upon hearing this, the old general frowned immediately, his gaze sweeping sharply over Zhang Yurou, his voice deepening: "Yurou, what's going on?"

Old Qi frowned even more.

"This Yu Rou is really something."

"They've been working hard all morning, and she just gives them five yuan to get rid of them? Isn't that humiliating?"

Old Dan didn't say anything, but looking at Zhang Wenying's eyebrows and eyes, he felt like he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze lingering on Zhang Wenying's face for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly to himself—there are so many similar people in this world, he must be getting old and his eyesight is failing.

The old general's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Yu Rou, come here."

Zhang Yurou's face paled, and she bit her lip as she stepped forward. The old general did not reprimand her in public, but merely glanced at her, a glance that carried an undeniable authority: "Go, apologize to Comrade Zhang."

Then, I'll settle my wages with two hundred yuan.

Yu Rou is clearly deliberately making things difficult for people.

If I hadn't seen it myself, and if Comrade Zhang hadn't spoken up, I'm afraid Comrade Zhang would have wasted his whole morning.

Upon hearing the old general's words, Zhang Yurou's face darkened further, but she dared not disobey. She could only count out two hundred yuan from her bag and hand it to Zhang Wenying, lowering her voice slightly: "Comrade Zhang, it was my oversight. Please don't take offense."

Zhang Wenying didn't want to accept it, but the old general personally took the money and stuffed it into Zhang Wenying's hand.

"Take it, this is what you deserve." The old general's tone left no room for refusal. He patted the back of her hand. "If you need anything in the future, just come to this old man."

Old man, we were from the same family five hundred years ago; I also share the surname Zhang.

Your skills are truly exceptional.

My old buddies and I ate to our hearts' content.

"When you have time, come often. We'll pay for you to cook a few more meals to satisfy our long-neglected taste buds."

Zhang Wenying was slightly taken aback, then smiled gently, feeling an even stronger sense of familiarity in her heart.

She nodded gently and put the money away.

"Then I will respectfully accept your offer. General, please take good care of yourself, and I will come to see you again another day."

Then, she looked at Zhang Yurou, who was shrinking back, and said indifferently, "Miss Zhang, I've remembered the five yuan for the wages."

If you invite me again next time, I'll bring my toothbrush and toothpaste.

After all, Miss Zhang is a clean person.

If I didn't brush my teeth, I probably wouldn't even have the right to sit at the same table with her.

Zhang Wenying said these words casually, but they made Zhang Yurou's face turn bright red instantly, and even the roots of her neck were tinged with shame and indignation.

"Don't worry, Miss Zhang, I'll make sure you brush your teeth twice, so you won't say we common folk are dirty and mess up your food." After saying that, Zhang Wenying stopped looking at her, turned around, gave the old general a slight bow, and then walked away with her satchel on her shoulder.

Shen Mingyuan chuckled softly.

Zhang Wenying's temperament was exactly to his liking.

"General, I'll go see Comrade Zhang off."

As Shen Mingyuan spoke, he quickly followed.

The old general watched the two figures as they walked away, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

Zhang Yurou cursed Zhang Wenying tens of thousands of times in her heart.

Shameless old slut.

Not only did she try to seduce Shen Mingyuan, but she also fantasized about coming to the house again to curry favor with the old man. What a pipe dream.

The old general looked sternly at Zhang Yurou and said in a deep voice, "Stop with your little schemes. I don't want this to happen again."

Also, since you feel uncomfortable living here, then move back to your Transportation Bureau's residential compound.

Zhang Yurou's face turned pale.

"Dad, I didn't say anything to her, I just made her wash her hands twice more..."

"Wash hands twice more?" the old general scoffed. "You mean making people wash their hands? You mean you think they're dirty!"

I've said it before: don't treat working people with your city-man's attitude.

Comrade Zhang Wenying earns her living with her own skills, cleanly and honestly, much cleaner than your scheming and convoluted thoughts!

Let's move out.

This place is not suitable for you.

The old general was still quite indulgent towards Zhang Yurou.

But he is still very strict when it comes to matters of principle.

They are all poor people who have climbed up from the bottom, and what they can't stand the most is this kind of behavior that looks down on working people.

Old Qi also looked at Zhang Yurou with dissatisfaction.

Do you usually wash your hands twice?

Zhang Yurou was speechless, her eyes reddening, but she dared not utter another word in rebuttal.

Back in the living room, Old Dan said thoughtfully, "Old Zhang, have you noticed that Comrade Zhang we met today looks a bit like you?"

He didn't want to ask, but seeing his old comrade's dejected expression, he couldn't help but ask.