Jiang Yinchen awakened at a funeral and learned that her world was a short drama adapted from a novel, The Little Chef of the Eighties, a hit on a popular short-video platform. She was stunned.
Bad news: She wasn't the heroine.
Good news: She wasn't the villainess.
In the end, Jiang Yinchen dug up a sentence from some forgotten corner...
"Yuan Jueming never made it in time. His younger sister died in her hospital bed, drifting away in a lonely, endless summer like a green leaf that never lived to see autumn."
A bit literary...
Yuan Jueming was a tragic supporting character, held back by his chronically ill younger sister. His only appearance was as the heroine's supplier.
Jiang Yinchen was a little dazed.
Was Yuan Jueming really that impressive? He'd been at her house for so long, and she hadn't noticed that potential.
And since she'd dreamed about it...
"Jiang Yinchen, fix that spoiled temper of yours. I'm not my mother. From now on, you'll have to depend on me for a living, so don't you dare order me around!"
Jiang Yinchen's fists tightened. Her face suddenly went pale, and she gasped for breath.
Yuan Jueming, who had just become the head of the household, looked flustered and helpless. "Hey, hey, Jiang Yinchen, where's your medicine? Calm down, calm down, "
"Yuan Jueming, you promised Mother Yuan you'd take good care of me!" Jiang Yinchen lifted her chin.
Seeing the proud little peacock's reaction, Yuan Jueming understood at once. His expression changed through every color of the rainbow. "Jiang Yinchen!"
She'd tricked him again!
Theme: We depend on each other, and together we glimpse the light of day
