Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s-Chapter 17 - 0 Small Bread

"Sister, have you never bought us biscuits before?" Qinghua finally voiced out the question he had been holding in all afternoon. On any other day, he would never dare to ask such a thing, but these past few days, Tian Sisi had been so kind and amiable, his courage had grown considerably.

"Ah?" Tian Sisi was caught off guard by her little brother's abrupt question. She turned to look at Qinghua and saw in her little brother's eyes a mix of grievance and accusation. His two big glistening eyes just stared at her, and although Donghua next to him wasn't as expressive, the hurt in his expression was evident too. Tian Sisi immediately felt an indescribable guilt.

She had been thinking only about buying biscuits for the duped little brother Zhenhua that afternoon, completely forgetting about these two little ones! It seemed their young hearts had been deeply wounded. Guilty, Tian Sisi quickly thought of something, "How could Sister forget about Donghua and Qinghua? Close your eyes, watch me perform a magic trick."

Half-skeptical, Donghua and Qinghua closed their eyes. Tian Sisi turned her back and pretended to rummage in her pocket, but actually took out two Daliyuan small buns she had purchased from a store. She tore the plastic wrapping and exclaimed, "Ta-da, look what Sister has turned into something amazing for you?"

Both little ones opened their eyes and saw their sister holding two yellow pastries, exuding a tempting aroma, more fragrant than the cakes their uncle brought during the new year's celebrations. They eagerly took the small buns, bringing them to their noses and sniffing vigorously, "It smells so good! Sister, what is this?"

"Bread. As long as you behave, Sister will make tasty treats for you every day. But you mustn't tell anyone about this. If someone else finds out, I won't buy it anymore," Tian Sisi warned them.

Both nodded earnestly, their round eyes wide, promising they absolutely wouldn't tell anyone else. Tian Sisi smiled contentedly, patting their rounded heads, thinking how nice it was to have such adorable little brothers; it felt like raising little puppies.

The two asked, "Sister, have you eaten yet?" Once they received Tian Sisi's affirmative answer, little Qinghua quickly gobbled up his small bun in just a few bites. After finishing, he kept smacking his lips, savoring the sweet aroma of the bread. "The bread is really tasty, just a bit small. Sister, do you have any more?"

"No more today, we'll eat again tomorrow. Donghua, why aren't you eating?" Tian Sisi asked curiously, noticing the older brother holding onto his bun without eating.

"I want to save it for Grandpa and Granny; they've never tasted such delicious bread before," Donghua's words nearly brought tears to Tian Sisi's eyes. How could he be so thoughtful? His eyes were full of desire. Compared to the eight-year-old Donghua, the original character was just too heartless.

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"It's okay, Donghua, go ahead and eat. Sister has more, and tomorrow we'll go up the mountain to catch wild game. We'll let Grandpa and Granny have some meat," Tian Sisi softly urged Donghua to eat his bun, resolving to make a trip to the mountain the next day.

With the reassurance of more bread from Sister, Donghua couldn't hold back any longer. It had taken a lot of willpower not to eat the bun earlier. Seeing his younger brother eyeing the bun hesitantly, he broke it in half and gave one to Qinghua, consuming the other half himself.

Qinghua wouldn't accept it at first; the two brothers politely pushed and shoved each other—it was truly heartwarming. Tian Sisi took out another two small buns from her pocket, tore the wrapping, and handed them to her little brothers, "Okay, now everyone has a share, no need to fight."

Both stared in amazement at Tian Sisi's pocket, finding it incredibly magical. If they had ever seen "Doraemon," they would surely say, "Wow, Doraemon's magical pocket!"

"Sister, are we really going to the mountains to find wild game tomorrow?" Qinghua asked after finishing his bun.

"Yes, tomorrow we'll go up the mountain to collect firewood, and along the way, look for wild game. From now on, we'll be able to eat meat every day!"

"Really? Eat meat every day? Sister, let Granny make meat buns for us every day!" Little Qinghua jumped up in joy, his young heart believing that eating meat buns daily was the ultimate happiness.

Donghua, seeing his younger brother and sister so confident about going up the mountain to find food, couldn't bear to tell them the harsh reality and crush their spirits. It was now the harsh winter; wild animals weren't easy to catch on the mountain. Besides, even if there were any, they would be deep in the mountains where such little ones couldn't possibly reach. Never mind, once sister and brother come back empty-handed tomorrow, they'll understand.

The three siblings, chatting and laughing, quickly arrived at Bajin's house. "Woof woof," the dog at Bajin's house barked upon hearing footsteps. Tian Sisi, startled, froze in her steps. Why didn't anyone tell her that their second grandpa's house had a dog? From the yard of Bajin's house, a lean and fierce yellow dog burst forth. Recognizing familiar faces, it whined a few times and wagged its tail as it approached them.

"Stay away!" Tian Sisi said with a trembling voice, her legs going weak. Don't blame her for being such a coward; in her previous life, Tian Sisi was bitten by a dog three times—once on the buttocks, once on the thigh, and once on the calf. The pain was bearable, but the injections were terrifying. Each time required a month of shots, and people felt particularly awful after receiving rabies vaccinations. So, Tian Sisi was naturally fearful of dogs, wishing she could flee far away.

"Sis, Dahuang won't bite. You're really timid; you always get scared," Qinghua said disdainfully to his older sister, Tian Sisi.

Perhaps Dahuang smelled the scent of candy on Tian Sisi; it kept sniffing her incessantly with its dog's head and making a woof-woof sound. Where was the dog's owner? Why weren't they coming to pull it away? Tian Sisi felt like crying. Donghua, seeing his sister's plight, couldn't help but laugh. He softly reprimanded the dog, "Dahuang, come here, I've got something tasty for you."

Donghua took out a small piece of bread that he had deliberately saved for Dahuang because he couldn't bear to eat it himself. Dahuang had always been a good buddy to the Tian family's kids; whoever had something tasty would think of saving it for Dahuang. Smelling the scent of the food in Donghua's hand, Dahuang excitedly wagged its big tail and gulped it down with an arf. After eating, it still stared expectantly at Donghua.

"No more, I'll bring you more tasty treats next time." Donghua spread his hands to show there was nothing left. Finally, Dahuang drooped its ears and returned to the yard. Tian Sisi felt amused watching the dog—what a cunning creature, wagging its tail for treats and ignoring people when there's nothing to eat. Now, she wasn't as scared as before.

Li Yuedi, Bajin's wife, heard the noise and came out. Seeing it was Tian Sisi and the others, she quickly smiled and invited them inside the house. Everyone from Bajin's family was there. Bajin and Li Yuedi had two sons and three daughters. Their eldest son, Tian Mantu, and their second son, Tian Manmu, had daughters; all three daughters were married and lived nearby.

Tian Manmu had three sons and one daughter. His daughter, Tian Qingqing, 24 years old and already married, his eldest son, Tian Jinhua, 23 years old, also married with a child—his son, Niu Niu, was about the same age as Tian Mantong's youngest son, Zhenhua, and their birthdays were only a few days apart, although they belonged to different generations. His second son, Tian Guanghua, was 20 years old and served in the army, and his youngest son, Tian Shouhua, was 16.

Tian Manmu worked as a village accountant and had three sons and one daughter. His eldest daughter, Tian Xiuxiu, 20 years old, was already married, his eldest son Tian Chaohua, 18 years old, served in the army, his second son Tian Xinhua, 13 years old, and his youngest son Tian Qinghua, 11 years old.

The Bajin family had not yet split their household; over a dozen people lived together. Though it was a bit crowded, it was very lively. It looked like they had just finished dinner; the air was still filled with the fragrance of food. Everyone sat around a charcoal brazier to warm up. Tian Xinhua, Tian Qinghua, and Tian Shouhua were playing cards. Seeing Tian Sisi and others arrive, they quickly brought over some stools for them to sit.

Bajin leisurely smoked his water pipe. He was two years younger than the Old Man, but he looked even older; his face was covered in wrinkles. Upon seeing Tian Sisi, he asked with a smile, "Ah Nan, did you go to town today to change your name?"

"Yes, I changed it. Second grandpa, Second Lady, from now on, you cannot call me Zhaodi anymore, you have to call me Tian Sisi." Tian Sisi stretched her hands above the charcoal brazier to warm them up, loudly declaring her new name, which caused Tian Xinhua to sneer softly, saying, "That doesn't sound nice at all."

Among many cousins, Tian Sisi had a relatively good relationship with Tian Xinhua. He often made sarcastic comments, calling her a pig-headed girl who would count money for others even when she's sold by them. This was because Tian Xinhua, seeing how Zhong Yuying often deceived Sisi , was fiercely critical.

In her previous life, when Sisi faced miserable times, only this cousin and her two younger brothers extended their hands to help her. Others, heartbroken by Sisi's ungrateful behavior, did not want to bother with her. But this made Tian Xinhua's kindness even more precious. So, Tian Sisi made up her mind to properly compensate this cousin and the other cousins.

"My grandfather said my name is pretty. Humph! You're just jealous." Tian Sisi huffed and stomped hard on Tian Xinhua's foot, which earned her his angry glare.