The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

When it was time to go to work, Chen Fan washed his face and returned to the restaurant where he was employed.

Judging from Chen Fan's attitude, he doesn't want to hand over his happiness to a matchmaker when it comes to family and marriage.

Looking at his back, Zhou Mingshu wondered how long he could hold on and hoped that he could meet his true love sooner.

This time point was actually when Zhou Mingshu was going home. Not long after, Zhou Laoer and Zhou Laosan came over.

After receiving Zhou Mingshu, they went home together.

Near Lianglin Village, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds, like golden light from the Bodhisattva. Smoke from the village cooking fires rose into the sky, and the village dogs were barking with hunger.

Zhou Laosan's stomach suddenly growled, breaking the silence between them.

"Uncle, are you hungry? I have some leftover sesame cakes here, would you like to eat them?"

As Zhou Mingshu spoke, she bought a small pancake from the system, and she took it out from her sleeve while concealing it.

"Ah? You even hid some sesame cakes on your body. You are really awesome."

Zhou Laosan didn't hesitate. The small pancake was the size of the palm of his hand, just one or two bites long. He ate it first to fill his stomach.

"Hehe, these are the leftovers from lunch. I'm glad you don't mind." Zhou Mingshu smiled.

"Haha, it tastes so good, how could I dislike it?"

There was still a lingering fragrance in Zhou Laosan's mouth. He had never eaten such delicious sesame seed cakes. It must be because he was too hungry. Everything he ate tasted delicious.

When I got home, the sun had already set over the mountain.

The people in Old Zhou's family had already pulled up the long table for dining, and had already laid out the bowls, chopsticks and chairs.

"What kind of food are you guys cooking? It smells so good." Zhou Laosan suddenly felt so hungry again.

Everyone in the family was talking and laughing, and facing the smiling faces, he couldn't help but smile.

"What's wrong? Why are you so happy?" Zhou Laosan hugged Zhou Minghua and kissed her soft little face several times.

"There are so many mushrooms at home~" Zhou Minghua gestured, pointing his little hand at the people who were busy by the well.

After working for an entire afternoon, most of the chicken mushrooms were picked up. The remaining small basket contained buds that had not yet bloomed. Old Mrs. Zhou planned to hang them in the well so that she could have more fresh meals.

Feng told Zhou Laoer and Zhou Laosan what happened today. They were shocked that they got so many chicken mushrooms.

Of course, Zhou Mingshu was also surprised. She had a feeling that something good was going to happen today, and it turned out that someone was waiting here.

Why is the kitchen smelling so good? What's this dish?

Zhou Mingshu took two steps at a time and strode towards the kitchen.

The first thing that catches your eye is two large basins of chicken mushroom oil. The basins usually used to wash vegetables are now used to store the oil.

It's still a little hot when you put your hand on it, it's just been fried.

"Mom, why did you make so much chicken mushroom oil?" Zhou Mingshu widened his eyes.

"Haha, there's more, there's more in the pottery jar." Following Zhu's direction, there were three oil jars lined up at the foot of the table.

"Wow, that's so much. We'll have plenty to eat later."

"That's right. We are really lucky this time. The mushroom oil alone is enough for our family to eat for a year. What's more, we made it once before. In total, we have about seven or eight jars."

When Zhu thought of this, her face was full of smiles. Good days had come so suddenly that she was still a little unable to adapt.

Fortunately, I took a look into the bamboo forest at that time, otherwise so many chicken mushrooms would have been wasted.

Tomorrow morning, they will have to go to the bamboo forest again to check if there are any fallen leaves, so they can pick up some more.

Zhu served out the chicken mushroom soup, which was covered with a layer of oil, and looked very appetizing.

In addition to these, there are several other dishes, one is stewed pork ribs with bamboo shoots, one is stir-fried snail meat with water celery, and one is stir-fried pork lard with chanterelles. There are three dishes and one soup, and each one is in a big pot full of food. The portion is large enough to feed so many people.

There were four bowls, all filled with meat dishes, which was an unprecedented sumptuous meal for Old Zhou's family.

Everyone brought their food bowls, lined up to wash their hands, and sat down at the table. They waited for Old Mrs. Zhou to clean up before they started eating.

Even though the other dishes were well cooked, what everyone was eating was the chicken mushroom soup.

It takes stewing an old hen weighing five or six pounds, along with the heart, liver and other internal organs, to make such a big pot.

This was Zhou Mingshu’s first bowl of chicken mushroom soup since he came to this world. It was heavenly! It really was heavenly!

The chicken soup was very clear, with a layer of light yellow oil on top, which made it look delicious. She drank two small bowls before she stopped.

Then she took the steamed bun and ate the dishes. She didn't have a big appetite, so with the two bowls of chicken soup, she only ate a small piece of steamed bun. But A'niang's cooking skills were good, and the dishes were delicious, so Zhou Mingshu ate more.

After the meal, everyone was sweating. Old Mrs. Zhou looked at the satisfied smiles on the children's faces, and her face was also full of smiles.

We haven’t had such delicious food at home for a long time. It is delicious and nutritious. This old hen is really worth buying.

A dog from an unknown family ran into the yard, wagging its tail and waiting to be fed by Zhou's family.

The bones were chewed so cleanly by them that the puppies still scrambled to eat them.

After having a full meal, Zhou Mingshu took a large palm-leaf fan beside her and fanned herself back and forth. The fan blew her hair, bringing her coolness, which was very comfortable.

If I could eat meals like this every time, wouldn't my life be very leisurely?

She thought that such a life was not far away.

Zhou Mingyuan buried his whole head in the bowl, gnawing on the chicken leg in big mouthfuls.

I haven’t eaten chicken for a long time. It’s sweet and fresh, so delicious that it makes me want to cry.

Zhou Mingshu was already full and slumped in a chair watching everyone eat. Seeing how happily everyone was eating, she couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks again and scooped up some chicken mushroom flowers to chew.

I've eaten so much that I'm too full to move.

So today's study plan was disrupted. It was not that she didn't want to teach, but everyone was too full to study.

At the end of the meal, only a few leftovers were left in the dishes.

Mugwort and lemongrass were burning under the table, and there were few mosquitoes. Everyone leaned back in their chairs, chatting away, with no intention of leaving.

Zhou Mingshu was fanning himself with a large palm-leaf fan, supporting his cheek as he listened to their conversation.

From their conversations, we can learn a lot of information about this world, including family matters, social customs, politics and military affairs. It is quite interesting to listen to.

But it seems like there is a war in Western Xinjiang? ! Fortunately, it is far away and will not affect them. Zhou Mingshu is relieved.

Zhou Mingshu listened for a long time. When it got slightly darker, she touched her stomach and it seemed that she was not so bloated anymore.

She went to the toilet and started to get some water to wash.

"Sanya, we burned a lot of snail shells today, but we haven't crushed them yet. Do you think this is a big deal? Will it delay your work?"

Zhou Mingqi spent the entire afternoon washing chicken mushroom flowers. His fingers were wrinkled from soaking and he had no time to remove the mortar shells.