Rebirth: Back To 1990s

Celia asked her mother to the kitchen to get some straws for her. Not long after, Wendy used those straws and made some
basket which looked very delicate.
"Celia, what do you think?"
Wendy didn't know her daughter would like it or not.
"Thank you, mom. You're the best!"
She had to admit that Wendy was really good at making handicrafts. It was much better to put the eggs in the basket than
before.
"You are welcome. I'm glad that I can help my daughter with it."
She would only be happy if she could make a contribution for her daughter.
"Mom, you go to prepare the dinner. I'm going to help uncle Andy. Oh, I have brought twenty bags of salt, and one bag has been
sold out, and we had 19 bags left. The price for these salt is 60 cents. We can sell the salt at 63 cents, or they can take three
eggs for exchange."
Celia carefully explain to her before leaving the house.
"Celia, you don't have to help with this."
Although Andy often helped Wendy before and knew that she was not in a good temper, after meeting with her several times, he
felt that the little girl worked very hard and diligently, and she was quite different from before.
"Uncle, let's finish the work early and have a rest."
Although Celia looked like a fragile girl, she was as strong as a man in work.
The sky gradually got darker, and dinner was ready. People could even smell the delicious meal from afar.
"It's time for dinner."
Wendy had already moved the dinner outside so they could have meals after they washed their hands.
"Uncle Andy, you can do it tomorrow. You can go back to sleep after finishing the meal."

It was getting late. If they were here alone, who knew how the villagers would gossip about them.
"Okay!"
After hearing her words, Andy didn't refuse anymore. He washed his hands and began eating in silence.
The dinner that Wendy cooked today was particularly delicious, for he had drunk two bowls of soup.
"Hey, is dinner ready?"
When she was enjoying her meal, a familiar voice came from behind. It was Horace, the head of the village. There was a young
man next to him. The man was dressed up and it was easy to tell that he was not from the village.
"Mr. Horace, please sit down."
Celia immediately stood up and gestured for him to take a seat. She had the chance to get the contract of firewood room last
time, which was indeed thanks to Horace's help.
"Thank you for your help last time!"
While Celia was talking with Horace, Wendy seemed to think of something. She grabbed the young man standing next to Horace
and seemed a little excited.
"Mother."
Wendy was timid. It was rare for her to be so enthusiastic to others.
"Last time you were bullied, it was this young man who saved us. Do you remember?"
Wendy reminded her daughter. Celia always responded quickly, but today she reacted a little slower.
"Really?"
Reminded by her mother, Celia turned around and looked at the young man standing next to Wendy. He was indeed the soldier
who saved them last time. He was handsome. How could she not remember such an eye-catching young man.
But now, things have changed. She had to be reserved because of her beautiful face. Otherwise, those gossip women would call
her a seductress.

"Hello, thank you for your help last time."
Celia said politely.
"Miss Celia, I have introduced myself last time. My name is Sharon."
Last time when they were apart, he was always thinking about the girl in front of him. He felt that he was almost lovesick. How
come this woman was indifferent to him? Last time they had a good chat.
"Hello, Mr. Sharon!"
Celia said calmly.
"Mr. Sharon, please take a seat."
Wendy greeted them warmly. The reason why she treated hand him well was not only because he had saved their lives, but also
because of him, her daughter would have been treated wrongly. She felt obliged to return his favor.
"Thank you, aunt."
This time, Sharon didn't hesitate and sat directly in the chair in front of him.
"I guess you haven't had dinner yet. If you don't mind, I can get more bowls and chopsticks."
As she spoke, Wendy turned around and was about to walk into the room. However, Celia stopped her and said, "Mother, we
have almost finished our dinner. There is no much soup left. How could you invite them for dinner?"
"Yes, Celia is right. My wife is preparing dinner for Mr. Sharon now,"
Horace said. Sharon was an important person in the D Village, he must entertain him well. His wife not only brought the meat
and tofu, but also prepared a few eggs today. It was like in the New Year.
"Okay, Mr. Horace, then we won't keep you here,"
Celia smiled with satisfaction.
"Aunt, I am hungry. If it is not too much of trouble, could you please give me a pair of chopsticks and a bowl?"

Sharon stood up from the chair and said to Wendy politely.
"Okay, as long as you don't mind."
Of course, Wendy wanted to entertain someone who had saved her life. She immediately went in to get bowls and chopsticks.
"Mr. Sharon, I don't think it's a good idea. We've almost finished all the dishes."
Celia pointed to the table and there was nothing left.
"Don't worry. I don't eat much."
It seemed that Sharon didn't think it was a big deal and he didn't mind it at all.
"Mr. Sharon, my wife is preparing dinner."
Sharon looked very modest and polite. And he had promised to have dinner at his house. But somehow he changed his mind
suddenly. And there was only a bowl of radish soup on the table. He was a distinguished guest. If Horace couldn't entertain him
well, his plan would be over.
"Don't worry. The soup is good. I can have dinner here."
Sharon was looking up at the kitchen and waiting for Wendy.
Was there anyone as shameless as him back then? If it was in the 21st century, then this was how they called beggars.
At the same time, Wendy walked out with bowls and chopsticks in her hand, with a bowl of fried eggs. It was a good dish in the
old days. Wendy was really generous this time.
"Mom, how many eggs have you cooked?"
Celia was painful. For her, this was not just a dish but money.
"No matter how many eggs are in there, there is no way we can repay Mr. Sharon for saving us."
WendyVwas very grateful to Sharon.