The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

With this faint longing, I took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and drank it as usual, then slowly went to the vegetable garden to dig sweet potatoes.

Her footsteps left a trail of footprints on the soft soil, each step exuding tranquility and leisure.

There were no sweet potatoes in this space before. She threw a few seeds in there while cooking one day, and she didn't expect them to grow so well.

Seeing this lush green and the abundant fruits hidden within it, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

"It really is worthy of being the land irrigated by the sacred spring. It's really amazing."

This sense of satisfaction comes not only from the harvest itself, but also from her deep identification with this land.

Just pull it and a sweet potato as big as a fist will come out with its roots.

At that moment, joy almost overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Looking more closely, I found quite a few larger ones.

Each of these treasures hidden beneath the soil exudes a simple charm.

The largest one was as big as two of Song Wenqin’s palms.

She gently picked out the larger sweet potatoes, then carefully buried the remaining seedlings back to let them continue growing.

I found out that I forgot to bring the basin. Fortunately, I had a piece of clothing with me, so I took it, wrapped the sweet potatoes and went out.

She had no plans to catch chickens or rabbits today.

After all, everyone was running out of food, and if the Song family's meals seemed particularly sumptuous, it might arouse jealousy.

These days, she has deeply realized the importance of keeping a low profile in difficult situations.

The people in the village below, except for a few who are pretty good, most of the others are good at calculating others.

In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, she decided to avoid suspicion as much as possible.

He carefully carried more than thirty sweet potatoes and left the open space. As soon as he crawled out of the haystack, he saw Song Wenqin looking around not far away, as if looking for something.

Seeing her, Song Wenqin hurried over and looked her up and down as if there was a flower on her face.

"Where did you go again?"

There seemed to be some worry and anxiety in his words.

"I'm going to find something to eat."

Jiang Jinhe unfolded the clothes wrapped around the sweet potato and asked, "Have you tried this?"

The tone was relaxed and natural, as if he was just doing something very ordinary.

"never seen it."

His answer was brief and direct, yet revealed a sense of curiosity.

"That's it."

Jiang Jinhe nodded, noticing that the other person's brows were furrowed, as if he was a little angry, so he asked curiously, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry?"

The concern is beyond words and makes people feel extremely warm.

"Didn't I tell you not to run around? Why didn't you listen?"

Song Wenqin's voice didn't sound happy.

I was just walking around nearby, so why was I called "running around"?

But seeing how caring he was towards her, she felt embarrassed to continue arguing.

Jiang Jinhe smiled, gently took his arm and shook it gently, saying: "Okay, next time I go out, I will ask you to come with me, okay?"

"The sweet potatoes are quite heavy. Can you help me carry them for a while?"

In fact, at this moment she is not only smart and clever but also very beautiful.

Even though there is some dust on her face now, she is still a beautiful lady.

Especially those lively eyes, which look even deeper and more charming against the backdrop of white pupils.

When she looked up at Song Wenqin, spoke softly, and gently shook his arm, it seemed that there were only two of them left in the whole world.

This made Song Wenqin's heart beat faster and his heart was surging.

A sweet yet somewhat confused emotion filled my chest.

Faced with such a lovely girl, he didn't know how to react for a moment.

It wasn't until the chubby little hand finally let go of him that he came back to his senses.

"Well, I'll get it."

These three simple words are filled with deep friendship.

Jiang Jinhe saw Song Wenqin's silly expression and couldn't help but burst out laughing, then turned and ran towards the camp.

What was left behind him was the happily departing figure and the sound of laughter still lingering in the air.

Looking at her figure walking away, Song Wenqin's heart was once again filled with ripples.

After calming down a little, he slowly returned to the camp.

That night, the Song family ate sweet and soft roasted sweet potatoes.

The whole house was filled with the rich aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, which was mouth-watering.

The whole family ate with relish. Song Yuanmu and Aunt Song, who had experienced the magical event, said that they had never seen such food before.

They were full of curiosity about this unfamiliar food and also admired its deliciousness.

Song Yuanshan ate one and immediately picked up another one.

While chewing the hot sweet potato, he didn't forget to take another one as a backup. It was obvious that he was completely conquered by this delicious food.

"Third sister-in-law, how do you know so many delicious things?"

Song Yuanmu couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart. He wanted to know where this seemingly ordinary girl in front of him learned such strange knowledge.

"That's right, it's amazing, it's just magical!"

Song Wenxiao swallowed the last bite of sweet potato and said with admiration on his face.

Song Wenxiao had been feeling depressed since Zhang Xiuqin left with her two children, but this sweet potato seemed to make him cheerful again.

A long-lost smile flashed in his eyes, as if this simple snack brought him great comfort.

“It would be great if we could grow something this delicious ourselves.”

Song Wenxiao sighed deeply, his words full of anticipation.

Seeing that everyone was full of curiosity, Jiang Jinhe continued speaking.

"Yes, we can. Once we get to Chendi, we can plant sweet potatoes and yams. There's also something called potatoes, which look a lot like this and are delicious when cooked."

She said this confidently, but in her heart she was secretly thinking about how to further convince the family to accept new things.

Considering that the Song family had some doubts about her, Jiang Jinhe added a little bit.

"As for how I came to know them, it's actually a bit strange. Ever since I woke up that time, I've had a lot of strange memories in my mind. I wonder if I knew these things before?"

She explained softly, trying to sound sincere and trustworthy.

"But I can't remember anything from before, Mom. Do you know what I was like before?"

Jiang Jinhe suddenly turned to Aunt Song and asked, with a hint of confusion and puzzlement in his eyes.

Aunt Song was listening carefully and was stunned for a moment by the sudden question, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Alas, I haven't seen you before, so I don't know the details."

Seeing that Aunt Song was unwilling to continue discussing this issue, Jiang Jinhe did not ask any more questions and decided not to pursue the issue further to avoid making the situation awkward.

All that needs to be said has been said.

In this way, whatever you do and say in the future will not arouse too much suspicion from the Song family.

At this moment, Jiang Jinhe felt quite proud.

It's a good idea to use your previous memories to explain what you have done.