Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1370 - 1359: Not the Abused Female Lead

"Mom, I’ve offended him, he might take revenge on our family," Ye Qiu said heavily, "I’m sorry, I’ve brought trouble to you and my brother."

"It’s not your fault." Chen Ju hugged her frail daughter, "Mom understands your personality, you’re not the type to cause trouble. If he wants revenge, let him come. The most important thing is whether you are hurt."

Ye Qiu understood her mother’s intention. She didn’t want to say it out loud to make her mom sadder, so she silently shook her head.

"It’s okay, it’s okay."

"Mom, let’s move," Ye Qiu looked seriously at her mother, "As long as Zhang Xianwei is still in this city, we can never escape his revenge. Leaving is the best choice."

"But this home... Where can we go if we leave? What about our lives and your brother’s studies?" Chen Ju was a bit hesitant, after all, this home was left by her husband, and she wasn’t skilled, how could she live after leaving this city?

"I’ll figure out a way, Mom, please believe in me, I’ll provide a good life for you and my brother." Ye Qiu promised with determined eyes.

"But..."

"Please agree with sister, Mom." A boy spoke up. He stood at the door, no one knew when he came back, but he was just a middle school student with traces of maturity on his face.

Ye Qiu felt pain again in her heart. Such a sensible brother, how much suffering did he endure in the previous life with her original self? How many grievances did he silently endure?

Moreover, even after the original self finally stabilized relations with Zhang Xianwei, he didn’t rely on Zhang Xianwei’s development but silently got into Medical University, becoming a doctor revered by many.

"Xiao Guo, why did you come back at this time?" Ye Qiu asked in surprise.

"I came back for lunch." He put down his backpack, skillfully walked into the kitchen, and started heating up the dishes. Since Ye Qiu was home today, he prepared to stir-fry another dish.

"Let me do it," Ye Qiu hurried over, feeling heavier guilt. Observing him, it was evident he returned for meals every day, but there were no memories of it in the original self. And he only ate leftovers — how much did Mom and brother sacrifice for this family?

"Can you do it?" Ye Guo didn’t stop his hands but asked a question like this.

Ye Qiu smiled at him: "If you can do it, as your sister, of course, I can too!"

"Your sister can, you may not remember. When you were little, and I had to work, all the meals at home were prepared by your sister," Chen Ju chimed in to explain.

The original self indeed knew how to cook, but after high school, she hadn’t cooked at home. High school was busy with studies, and during holidays she had to work, so Chen Ju didn’t let her cook. In university, she limited home returns to save on travel costs, thus rarely cooked again. Therefore, in Ye Guo’s memory, he hadn’t eaten a meal cooked by Ye Qiu, and even Chen Ju hadn’t had one for seven or eight years.

Stir-frying the green vegetables didn’t take long; almost as Ye Guo finished setting the table and filled rice, Ye Qiu’s stir-fried greens were ready.

The vegetables she cooked were vibrant and fresh, the tenderness just right. Ye Guo gave her a surprised look, probably not expecting her to truly have such skill.

With enough time, she quickly made an egg drop soup, ready in three minutes, leaving Ye Guo somewhat dazed.

"Eat quickly, at night I’ll make something delicious for you all," Ye Qiu gave each a chopstick of vegetables and served them a bowl of soup in freshly washed bowls.

Ye Guo had never enjoyed such care, inadvertently bringing the bowl of soup to his lips. As soon as he tasted it, his eyes brightened, for it was truly delicious. He looked at Ye Qiu in surprise, then softly curved his lips.

"Very nice, your cooking skills were good since childhood," Chen Ju praised.

Ye Qiu smiled slightly; she didn’t know the culinary skills of the original self, but because her Light of the God of Cooking skill was maxed out, she could now cook very well without activating it. While greens and egg drop soup are simple, they certainly aren’t something any cook outside could easily replicate.

"Mom, do you think my cooking is good?"

"Yes, very nice."

"Then if we move to another city, how about we start cooking for a living? Do you think it can make money?" Ye Qiu asked very seriously.

"Cook?" Chen Ju froze, Ye Guo also paused his eating, "But we don’t have money to open a restaurant."

"I didn’t mean we have to open a restaurant. We can start by running a small stall, selling simple things like braised dishes or pancakes."

"But isn’t the urban management prohibiting sidewalk stalls nowadays?"

"Then let’s go to a city where stalls are allowed."

"We can." Ye Guo nodded, "Mom, sister’s idea, though sudden, has a high feasibility."

Chen Ju asked the last doubt on her mind: "But can you make braised dishes and such? The most important thing for a small stall is the taste."

Ye Qiu laughed: "Tonight I’ll try making some, you can be my guests and see how it tastes."

In the afternoon, Ye Qiu went early to the market to pick out the materials she needed. Braising takes time, the longer, the more fragrant. Halfway through braising, Chen Ju no longer doubted her daughter’s skills because the aroma was too enticing, even neighbors in the same building had come over a few times to inquire if they could buy some once it was ready.

Ye Qiu bought quite a lot of materials today, mainly to reassure Chen Ju and Ye Guo. Besides pork head, ears, and tails, there were braised bones, chicken feet, gizzards, duck feet, lotus slices, dried tofu, etc. Selling a portion wouldn’t hurt.

Thus, upon returning, Ye Guo saw the bustling scene at home, neighbors lining up to buy. He faintly smiled, dropping his backpack to help Ye Qiu with the money.

"Count how much we made in total?" Chen Ju was excited, she truly hadn’t expected the business to be so good just with neighbors.

"Five hundred and fifty," Ye Guo handed the money to Ye Qiu, "What’s the cost?"

"Less than three hundred. If buying in bulk, costs could be even lower."

In other words, just casually cooking without officially setting up a stall, they made nearly three hundred yuan. Although three hundred yuan isn’t much for others, for their family, it’s equivalent to three days of salary from Chen Ju’s job and handicraft work. How could this not surprise Chen Ju?

"Let’s move once my semester ends," though Ye Guo was only a middle schooler, he was decisive, arranging things before Ye Qiu could speak.

"Okay," since the problem of living was solved, Chen Ju didn’t hold back any longer. She was just a bit reluctant to part with the house, but her husband would likely understand.