Seven, my sister has gone mad.

After dinner, Su Wan set down her chopsticks and headed straight upstairs.

"Su Wan! Where do you think you're going?!" Su Chen jumped up and shouted anxiously, "No wonder you ate so little tonight—are you trying to get out of washing the dishes again?!"

Su Wan glanced back at her grandfather, who had already put down his chopsticks, and, grinning mischievously, pressed a hand to her forehead. "Oh, my head hurts so much," she groaned.

Without another word, she slipped away, taking the stairs two at a time.

"Damn it! Su Wan, you’re such a slacker. It’s your turn to wash the dishes tonight!" Su Chen’s curses echoed up from downstairs.

Su Wan ignored him and, relying on the original owner's memories, pushed open the door to her room.

The room was spacious—but empty.

All it held was a single bed and a wardrobe. It wasn't messy, but the atmosphere was stark and austere.

Su Wan opened the wardrobe to find only three or four shirts identical to the one she was wearing, neatly arranged and utterly plain.

Even the bedsheets were faded with dust, as if they'd been used for years.

The prison she'd been in had better conditions than this!

"System, are you there? I want to protest! The original owner’s family is supposed to be rich—why does she live like this?"

The system’s voice replied at a leisurely pace. "The original owner did have money—but she gave it all to the male lead."

"What?!" Su Wan was incredulous.

The system kindly explained, "The role of a cannon-fodder supporting character is to provide resources for the protagonists, fawn over the male lead, accentuate his charm, and serve as a foil to the heroine, giving readers a sense of satisfaction."

Listening to the system, Su Wan felt utterly defeated.

This novel was six million words long, and she’d only skimmed the melodramatic beginning before giving up.

If only she could start over, she’d read every word with care.

After wallowing in gloom for a moment, Su Wan stripped the bedsheet to wash it. No matter how down-and-out she was, she couldn't bring herself to sleep on something so filthy.

And more importantly, she needed a bath—she could hardly stand her own smell.

Downstairs, Su Chen was scrubbing dishes with a look of deep grievance. When he saw Su Wan come down, he snorted and turned away in a huff, refusing to look at her.

Su Wan fetched a basin and soaked the bedsheet in water.

"You’re crazy, washing your bedsheet at this hour. Where are you going to sleep tonight?" Su Chen looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

Su Wan put on a woeful face. "How about lending me a clean one?"

"Ha! In your dreams." Su Chen snorted and stomped away, leaving the dishes behind.

Fuming, Su Wan hurled the wooden bucket to the ground and started scrubbing the sheet.

She scrubbed with vigor, imagining the bedsheet was Wang Luo's dog of a head. "Damn bastard, I’ll take back everything that’s mine! No one will take advantage of me again!"

Suddenly, something landed on her head. Startled, Su Wan pulled it down—it was a brand-new bedsheet.

Su Chen, face cold, returned to his little stool to resume washing dishes. "That’s the only one. Take it or leave it."

"Oh! Dearest brother, you’re too good to me—I’ll definitely repay you!" Su Wan was so touched she nearly cried.

Su Chen frowned in disgust. "Get lost. Don’t make me sick."

Su Wan couldn’t care less how rude he was—she happily gathered up the sheet and headed upstairs.

In a panic, Su Chen shouted, "Hey! Wash your own bedsheet!"

Waving without looking back, Su Wan called, "Don’t worry, your sister’s the most diligent in the family."

Su Chen muttered, "Who would believe that?"

Once her bed was made up and the old sheet washed, Su Wan prepared to bathe and sleep.

But when she reached the kitchen, she froze.

She had no idea how to use this kind of stove.

So, just as Su Chen was about to go to bed, he heard that annoying voice calling him again.

"Su Chen, my dear brother, come here and look—what is this?"

Su Chen rubbed his head in exasperation. "Will it never end?"

Unable to rest in peace, he stomped to the kitchen, fuming.

The moment he entered, he saw a roaring fire—she’d managed to set the pile of straw in the kitchen alight.

And there was Su Wan, flapping a rag at the flames.

Su Chen dashed over, grabbed a wooden bucket, and doused the fire.

"What are you doing?!" he roared, beside himself. "Are you trying to burn the house down?!"

Su Wan’s face was blackened with soot. "I just wanted to heat some water."

Su Chen’s face turned red with rage, but since this was his sister, what could he do?

"Did you put water in the pot?"

Su Wan nodded hastily. "I did."

Still doubtful, Su Chen went over to check before starting the fire himself.

He shoved firewood in, grumbling, "I must be out of my mind."

Su Wan grinned ingratiatingly. "We’re siblings, after all! We have to help each other out."

Su Chen ignored her and kept feeding the fire.

After a while, the water finally boiled. Su Chen shot her a wary look. "What do you need hot water for?"

Su Wan’s eyes lit up. "To take a bath. Could you help me carry it upstairs?"

Su Chen was clearly displeased, but seeing how clumsy she was, he figured she’d only cause more trouble.

He glared at her, ladled hot water into a bucket, and carried it upstairs.

By the time Su Wan arrived with her soap and towel, he was already gone.

She tested the water temperature, then slipped contentedly into the wooden tub.

After a day’s exhaustion, Su Wan finally relaxed and began considering her next steps.

Her grandfather wanted to find her a better husband.

But how could she deal with Wang Luo’s parents?

Su Wan suddenly recalled the heroine she’d met today. In this era, the heroine’s brother was already a doctor at such a young age, and she herself was a teacher—their family must be quite wealthy.

How noble must Wang Luo’s parents be to turn down such a beautiful and wealthy daughter-in-law for a village girl like her?

Given Wang Luo’s arrogance and his disdain for money, Su Wan guessed he hadn’t told his parents about Chen Wanjun’s family background.

All she needed to do was arrange for Chen Wanjun to meet Wang Luo’s parents.

The next morning, Su Wan got up early.

Since she’d been dropped into this novel, she might as well do a better job than the original!

She’d make everyone see her in a new light.

Full of confidence, Su Wan strode into the kitchen. "Heh, let’s see how my modern cooking skills win over your stomachs!"

She cracked eggs into a bowl with practiced ease. "Look at Chef Su’s flawless egg-cracking technique—an artful separation of yolk and shell, requiring immense talent…"

"And now, Chef Su approaches the stove."

"Yes, she’s about to light the fire!"

Su Wan mimicked the excited narration of a sports commentator.

"Look at those dazzling flames—as the saying goes, a single spark can ignite a prairie fire…"

And half a minute later, the spark in Su Wan’s hand set the entire straw pile ablaze.

Thick smoke quickly filled the yard.

Having just woken up, Su Chen’s eyelid twitched. He leapt out of bed and raced barefoot to the kitchen.

Sure enough, he found the now-familiar scene: the same pile of burning straw, and the same chubby girl frantically waving a rag.

She must have been unsatisfied with last night’s failure—and decided to try again this morning.