[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-beautiful-stepmother-from-the-eighties-marry":3,"chapter-the-beautiful-stepmother-from-the-eighties-marry-the-beautiful-stepmother-from-the-eighties-marry-chapter-9":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Beautiful Stepmother from the Eighties: Marrying a Factory Director to Raise Kids",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1663317,2130,"Chapter 9","the-beautiful-stepmother-from-the-eighties-marry-chapter-9",9,"\u003Cp>This lifetime, she was blessed with a head full of jet-black hair—lustrous and thick—so impeccably maintained that Si Nian couldn't resist running her fingers through it every now and then, savoring its silky texture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, the original owner of this body had strikingly bold and elegant features, the epitome of a classic beauty with rich, vibrant allure. Even without makeup, her brows and lashes were naturally thick and long, her eyes captivating. It was enough to make anyone envious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention, at just eighteen, she had a voluptuous figure, skin as smooth as fresh milk, and a height nearing 167 cm—yet she wasn’t bony but rather pleasingly plump, radiating a soft, rounded charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women like this, with their delicate, supple skin, were practically designed to captivate men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, whether she could actually charm men or not, Si Nian didn’t know. But she herself was utterly smitten, half-tempted to fall in love with her own reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprisingly, these features bore a seventy percent resemblance to her past life’s appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But anyone who had endured the grind of early-morning routines would never have such natural radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original owner was truly a timeless beauty of her era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After indulging in a bit of narcissistic admiration in front of the mirror, Si Nian finally headed downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steamed buns on the table were barely touched and had gone cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yuedong was sweeping the floor with a broom, while Zhou Yuehan wiped down the sofa and tables with a rag, his eyes repeatedly darting toward the buns, clearly distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had initially planned to tidy up herself—after all, it was her first day in someone else’s home, and she wanted to make a good impression. Plus, Si Nian had a mild case of OCD and couldn’t stand mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these two kids were already so diligent, saving her a ton of trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they noticed her coming downstairs, both immediately lowered their heads, staying silent. The sound of sweeping grew even quieter, as if they feared she might scold them for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Nian’s eyes flickered mischievously. \"While you’re at it, sweep my room too. I’ll be out for a bit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was still half the meat left from the buns, enough for another meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the house had no vegetables, and that simply wouldn’t do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kids at this age needed protein, sure, but vitamins were just as crucial for their growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, having such good conditions—where meat wasn’t even a luxury—already put them ahead of 99.9% of people in this era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Braised pork knuckle, soy-braised elbow, sweet and sour pork ribs, red-braised pork, stewed trotters, offal dishes, marrow bone soup...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which of these wasn’t an absolute delicacy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even the cleverest housewife couldn’t cook without ingredients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without seasonings, she was powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping outside, she spotted the massive Tibetan mastiff sprawled on the ground and instinctively gave it a wide berth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thick chain around its neck—just how heavy was this beast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She liked cute animals, but something this ferocious? Terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tawny mastiff merely lifted an eyelid, glanced at the seemingly harmless woman, then rolled over and went back to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Nian: \"…?\" Could a dog like this really guard the house? Who said thieves couldn’t be delicate and dainty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the dog ignored her, her courage surged. She straightened her back and strutted out with exaggerated confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What she didn’t notice was Zhou Yuedong’s watchful gaze from inside the house. He had caught her reaction to the dog, and as his eyes lowered, something flickered in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conclusion: She was afraid of dogs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she left, Zhou Yuedong bolted upstairs. He’d been worried sick since hearing his little sister go quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing the door open, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just half a day, their father’s gloomy room had transformed. The bed was now draped in soft pink bedding, the desk adorned with delicate bottles, jars, and books. A few brightly colored dresses hung by the window, swaying gently in the breeze, filling the air with a faint, pleasant fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely recognized the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiptoeing to the bed, he looked down at his sleeping sister. His calloused hand hovered near her nose, checking for breath, and only then did he exhale in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he noticed—she’d been scrubbed clean, her face free of grime, her skin baby-soft and lightly scented. Even her hair, usually tangled, was smooth and fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling by the bed, Zhou Yuedong stared at her peaceful, clean face, momentarily lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Nian arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative. By afternoon, the best goods were long gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To snag fresh produce, people lined up before dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she got there, pickings were slim, but at least seasonings were still available.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bought two packets of soy sauce, vinegar, baijiu, plus star anise, cinnamon, Sichuan peppercorns, and more. A handful of vegetables, scallions, and garlic cost her just fifty cents—prices in this era were shockingly cheap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t bother with meat but grabbed some high-grade flour and eggs, spending two yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All in all, it came to less than five yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, a single bottle of soy sauce would’ve cost more than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Nian was thrilled—until reality hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sugar in this era was ridiculously expensive. Those White Rabbit candies she’d given Yaoyao earlier? Five yuan per pound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d planned to buy more since the kid liked them, but aside from the ten big bills from her family, she only had twenty yuan of her own pocket money left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, she wouldn’t have glanced twice at candy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now? She couldn’t even afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she gritted her teeth and bought a small bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White sugar was cheaper, at least. She grabbed three yuan’s worth for sweet and sour ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the ribs themselves? She wasn’t about to buy them. She’d just ask her cheap husband for some.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran a pig farm, after all. Surely he could spare a few ribs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought of tender, caramelized sweet and sour ribs made her mouth water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, she’d been a total foodie, spending free time experimenting with recipes. But work had left little room for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now? She had all the time in the world to cook to her heart’s content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, the Zhou household suited her just fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the 1980s, and they were already living in a two-story house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been born in ’98, yet her childhood home had been a simple brick-and-tile dwelling—worse than what people had decades earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in her time, her family had hounded her to marry by twenty-five. Blind date after blind date—some expected her to quit her job and play housemaid, others demanded two kids in three years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had given her nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here, in this \"backward\" era, she had a ready-made husband with kids, no pressure to bear more—just be good to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was this even real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Free from the hassles of matchmaking and childbirth, Si Nian was brimming with excitement for her new life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time she lugged her haul back to the Zhou residence, it was already five in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>",1193,"2026-06-06T12:38:58.418Z",1,"novelbin.me","5d3b074ba8cb74b6c91af87dccb92f37052c9eb7154a018d9d70cc6751bb77d1","the-beautiful-stepmother-from-the-eighties-marry-chapter-10","the-beautiful-stepmother-from-the-eighties-marry-chapter-8",482,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-beautiful-stepmother-from-the-eighties-marry-cover.jpg"]