Chapter 6: Lean Meat, Egg, and Sausage Soup

Speaking of special abilities, Song Xilan immediately thought of the genius boy who had been all over the newspapers recently.

It was said that this little boy could recognize characters and distinguish colors with his ears.

When others wrote words on a piece of paper and crumpled it, then held it near his ears, he could tell exactly what the words were just by listening.

Song Xilan didn’t know if the story was true, but since it was in the newspapers, it was probably real. It was an interesting topic that everyone discussed for days at work.

Everyone envied not so much the boy’s ability to hear words, but rather his fame, being on the newspaper and attracting attention everywhere he went.

The others were still fantasizing about how great it would be if they had a special ability too.

Song Xilan never imagined that something so strange would happen to her.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t speak of it. Otherwise, she could have been in the newspapers, or maybe even on TV!

The words that appeared in her mind seemed to be like a flashing marquee—she could clearly see them when she focused, but sometimes, if she wasn’t paying attention, they would slip by. Even when she could see them, they were half-understood.

For example, just now, someone called her a “mama’s girl.” It was the first time she’d heard this term, but it wasn’t hard to understand—it just meant “mom’s precious daughter,” right?

Who isn’t their mother’s precious child?

But the tone of those people seemed to carry a sense of disdain, which confused her even more.

Song Xilan thought she needed to take some time to carefully organize these words in her mind and figure out what they really meant.

With this thought in mind, Song Xilan set down her spoon. “Mom, Dad, I’m going to take a bath and sleep.”

Seeing her downcast figure, Tan Aizhi felt another pang of heartache. “Look at our daughter, she’s so upset she doesn’t even want to talk to us.”

Their daughter used to be so thoughtful, sharing everything with them, but now, after being hurt by that scoundrel, she didn’t even want to talk to them anymore.

“Alright, rest well. Whenever you feel like talking, come tell us, okay?”

Song Xilan: “…”

She did want to talk, but the problem was, she couldn’t say anything!

In the bathroom, Song Xilan adjusted the water to the right temperature and was about to undress when she suddenly paused.

She remembered that the words that appeared in her mind seemed to happen after she did something, almost as if those people could see what she was doing. It was like real-time feedback on the events that were happening.

In other words, it was like when she and her parents were sitting together watching TV and commenting on the characters and storylines.

Could it be that, in the eyes of those people, her life was like a movie or a TV show?

Was her everyday life exposed to the gaze of others all the time?

Oh no, did that mean they could see her taking a bath, using the restroom, sleeping…

Could it be that everything was visible to them?

This was too terrifying!

No way, when watching TV, they don’t show people taking baths or using the restroom, do they?

They wouldn’t film every little thing, and besides, no one would want to watch that!

Wait, but actually, now that she thought about it, it seemed true. Song Xilan carefully recalled that the words didn’t appear randomly; they only appeared at key moments in the story, at the important points worth showing in a TV drama.

And right now, her mind was completely clear, nothing was there.

So, her bath—such a mundane moment—wouldn’t be something anyone could see, right?

Forget it, even if her life was like a TV show to others, it was still her real life, every single day!

She couldn’t just avoid life because of fears of what others might think.

She needed to live her life, no matter what others thought.

After finishing her bath and brushing her teeth, Song Xilan changed into a pink thermal shirt and then put on her usual floral cotton jacket at home before returning to her room.

She closed the door, turned on her desk lamp, and wrote down all the words she could remember from her mind, carefully analyzing them.

Her life’s drama was really a mess.

It seemed like she really did end up with Yang Jingyu, even married him.

Whether she was happy or not, she wasn’t sure, but Yang Jingyu didn’t seem satisfied. Otherwise, why would he always say he felt heartbroken?

Since he didn’t truly love her but still married her, from this, it seemed that Yang Jingyu wasn’t someone she could trust with her life.

After marriage, she had a child, and taking care of a newborn baby was so hard—feeding, changing diapers, and taking care of the child night and day—finally, the child grew up.

And then, with a “snap,” someone else took over.

Some “time-traveling woman” had somehow occupied her body.

She lived in her house, ate her food, spent her money, slept with her man, and even ordered her son around!

What was worse, that woman lost all the weight she had worked so hard to put on, turning into nothing but skin and bones.

And people said she looked better!

It was outrageous. All that weight had been put on by her parents working hard to earn money to feed her—how could they just let someone waste it all away?

She was never going to go along with what those people wanted!

She was living her life, so why should she let someone else take over her body and live in her place?

Even if this was fate, she was going to fight against it. She was going to live for herself!

She didn’t need that heartless Yang Jingyu—he could go to hell!

Though she didn’t know how to stop that “time-traveling woman” from occupying her body, Song Xilan believed that going against the original plot was the right move.

When she was feeling down, she would eat well, sleep well, and just take care of herself.

After a good night’s sleep, her mood was much better. Looking at her round, radiant face in the mirror, she pinched her cheek. Mm, it was plump and elastic—very satisfying to the touch.

Thanks to her parents always praising her looks, Song Xilan was very happy with herself. She loved every part of her body, every bit of her flesh, and none of it would be allowed to be wasted.

In the kitchen, steam rose, and the air was filled with the aromas of rice, meat, eggs, and green onions: “Great, today we have rice rolls!”

Song Xilan happily hugged Tan Aizhi’s waist, rubbing her cheek against her shoulder.

On the stove, there was a square steamer that Song Baili had specially commissioned from a craftsman to make—a thin iron sheet for steaming rice rolls. They would pour a thin layer of rice paste onto the hot surface, shake it evenly, then add seasoned minced meat and crack an egg over it. A few minutes later, the rice rolls would be done steaming.

When it’s done steaming, sprinkle chopped green onions on top. Take a spatula and push the thin, translucent rice skin into long strips, then cut them into small pieces. Serve them on a plate, and finally drizzle with a specially brewed soy sauce. The dish is smooth, springy, and deliciously sweet and savory.