Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 123 - 119 boss

East Sea City, weekend.

Zhao Chun filled out the information at the post office, paid the fee, and carefully handed the packaged CD to the post office clerk.

"This item is very valuable. Make sure it doesn’t get shaken or damaged, and please send it out as quickly as possible."

After repeatedly stressing this and receiving assurances from the clerk, Zhao Chun finally left with a satisfied smile.

But as if suddenly remembering something, he quickly became dejected again.

He had forgotten—just mailing a CD over wouldn’t help. The Tian Family had no electricity or phonograph. How were they supposed to listen to the songs he recorded?

It seemed he would have to write a letter too.

Or maybe he could invite her to come to the city for a visit?

Would Tian Sangsang agree?

It had only been a few days since he last saw her, but Tian Sangsang’s dark face lingered in Zhao Chun’s mind, and even he couldn’t make sense of that feeling.

Maybe it was just because her skin was so dark that she stood out in a crowd, leaving such a strong impression?

As soon as he got back to the area near his rented room, the landlady called out to him, "Zhao Chun, someone sent you a package. Come and get it."

"Auntie Zhang, who’s it from?" Zhao Chun was baffled. His family lived in the city, so who would send him something? If it were from his family, they would’ve let him know in advance.

"It’s from Tian Family Village." The landlady led him closer and added with a chuckle, "Wait a moment, let me find it. There’s just too much stuff piled up here. Ah, found it. Here—this is it."

It was a large sack, and surprisingly heavy. The landlady was about to casually ask whether it was something from his family, but considering Zhao Chun’s usual demeanor, he didn’t seem like someone who knew anyone from the countryside.

Tian Family Village!? Could it be from Tian Sangsang!?

Did Tian Sangsang actually send him something!?

For some reason, his first thought was of the braised pig trotters he had sneakily taken from Tian Sangsang’s home that day, their fragrance still vivid in his mind. Even his grandfather had praised them, saying that anyone who could braise pig trotters with such flavor was no ordinary person.

Zhao Chun’s eyes lit up as he lifted the large sack off the floor. Despite being just a burlap sack, it had some weight. Inside, it seemed there were glass jars clinking against each other. Whatever was inside, it had to be something good.

The aroma even seeped through the sack. Zhao Chun swallowed hard. During the week he stayed at Tian Sangsang’s house, he had been spoiled by the food there. Now, thinking of her made him instinctively hungry.

Carrying the sack, he climbed the stairs toward his room. Zhao Chun, wanting access to musical equipment and the space to create, had rented this house with several other like-minded individuals.

In the hallway, a few of his music buddies spotted him. They all greeted him with enthusiasm, calling him "Boss."

One of them said excitedly, "Boss, did you send it out? If the person on the other end gives the green light, should we invite them over to record? Just listening to the composition, I feel like the song will be so moving. I really want to meet the person who sang that."

"Yeah, Boss, have you actually met them? Someone who can create such original songs must be incredibly talented."

"Yeah, it’s been sent." Zhao Chun replied.

In truth, after Tian Sangsang sang that song, the only people who knew about it were the villagers. Being from a small town, they wouldn’t spread the word widely. As for the assistant village secretary, they only remarked on how good the song was and didn’t seem interested in telling others. So, the only person who knew the truth was Zhao Chun. Remembering how Tian Sangsang said she didn’t like being in the spotlight, Zhao Chun hadn’t mentioned her identity to his companions, leaving them to speculate wildly.

"She’s a very unique person." The arrogance in Zhao Chun’s eyes softened into a smile before he changed the subject: "Come to my room for a moment. I’ve gotten some good stuff and will share some with you."

"Boss, is it more foreign records you’ve imported?"

"Piano scores?"

"Or maybe ballet tapes?"

"..."

Zhao Chun’s mouth twitched slightly. "Stop with that nonsense. None of those."

"Then what is it?" Someone cautiously asked.

"Food."

The group fell silent, staring at Zhao Chun with a hint of disbelief: Boss, have you fallen?

Their usually aloof, otherworldly boss was now concerned with food?

Zhao Chun took out his key, unlocked the door, and carried the sack inside. The others followed him in. He lived alone in the room, which contained just one bed, a wardrobe, a chaotic pile of books on the desk, and scattered sheets of paper. In the corner stood a TV, a fan, a tape recorder, a phonograph, and even some videotapes. On the wall hung an old guitar. In this era, having such out-of-the-ordinary hobbies required financial resources, and the items in his room were not things an average household could afford.

The friends, also from well-off backgrounds, wouldn’t have stuck around otherwise. One of them, Yao Yu, even had family working at a television broadcasting station.

As Zhao Chun began taking out the items from the sack, each reveal left them more shocked. One after another, vibrant-colored glass jars emerged, each labeled with a white piece of paper listing its contents. "Dried Fish—Shelf Life: One Year"; "Jackfruit—Shelf Life: One Year"; "Loquat Compote—Shelf Life: One Year," and others. In this era, the collective love for canned goods ran deep—whether it was canned fruit, fish, meat, or vegetables.

Yao Yu swallowed hard. "Boss, where did this all come from? There’s so much."

"A friend sent it to me." Zhao Chun replied nonchalantly, though his eyes sparkled at the sight; it was enough to make him reluctant to share. He half-regretted inviting the others.

"Choose two jars each of whatever you like. These are homemade. I know the person who made them, and they’re absolutely delicious," Zhao Chun said.

"Boss, in that case, we won’t hold back." The group eagerly selected their favorites while Zhao Chun quickly grabbed the jars of fried small fish and pork slices, clutching his favorites possessively. As for the rest, he planned to send them home for his family to enjoy—oh, and Zhao Chun also remembered to save some for Jiang Jinghuai. As for Wenxiu...

Zhao Chun’s expression dimmed. Forget it. Until things were clearer, his loyalty lay with the brothers. Best not to risk upsetting Jiang Jinghuai.

Jiang Jinghuai had a sweet tooth. As a child, he especially loved chocolate. But no, sending sweets from East Sea Province to Beijing wasn’t feasible—the shelf life would expire before they arrived. He’d wait for Jiang Jinghuai to return to East Sea before bringing it up.

"Hehe." Zhao Chun chuckled to himself, feeling unexpectedly content. By the time he returned to East Sea, those sweets would be long gone.

...

When Chen Ying and Chen Ming weren’t home, Tian Sangsang tidied up the small courtyard behind the house. Chen Ying had set aside a small area for vegetables, leaving the rest open—just enough space for Tian Sangsang to unleash her creativity.

Tian Sangsang first took out some roses, lilies, and chrysanthemums, then dug up some soil from her space, mixing it with the soil in the yard. The Space User Manual had mentioned that soil taken out of the space would become ordinary soil unless irrigated with Spiritual Spring water to activate its benefits. This meant the spring and the soil were inseparable. After working on the flowers, she planted cabbage, greens, sponge gourd, sweet potatoes, and even grapes. For now, this was as much as she could manage. Once she had her own home, she planned to do more.