I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

After discussing it for a while, the two headed towards the restaurant lobby.

To be honest, the restaurant's decor is quite luxurious. The mahogany pillars have a vibrant feel, and it's clear that they were painted with the finest lacquer.

Fang Xiaoxiao looked down at her feet and saw a red carpet that covered almost the entire lobby. It was soft and smooth to the touch, as comfortable as stepping on a sponge.

Without a doubt, this red carpet must have cost a fortune, at least seventy or eighty taels of silver. Not to mention the other materials used, they are all made of top-quality mahogany furniture, making it absolutely extravagant.

It seems the old gentleman is exceptionally wealthy, but his homemade medicinal cuisine feels a bit too simple and unpretentious.

The medicinal recipes she wrote about all used herbs that ordinary people could afford, and she didn't use anything like thousand-year-old ginseng or ten-thousand-year-old angelica.

Zhu Wen greeted the waiter beside him and then asked him to leave.

He turned around and smiled.

"Miss Fang is truly exceptionally talented. I admire her greatly. Now, let me take you to the kitchen so you can personally demonstrate our medicinal cuisine!"

Fang Xiaoxiao nodded and followed the old man to the kitchen.

After she picked up the spoon and worked with it with great speed, she followed the kitchen staff to the front of the house and casually found a table to sit down.

Zhu Wen happened to enter the shop and smelled the aroma that whetted his appetite.

"How fragrant it is! This smells like heaven, and it is rare to smell it on earth."

He didn't hold back in praising Fang Xiaoxiao's cooking skills.

Originally, the chubby chef was reluctant to take on the role of head chef, thinking that it was impossible for a woman to work in the kitchen.

It should be noted that in the current Da Yu Dynasty, women are in charge, while men mainly serve in the inner quarters.

Many of the women barely know how to cook, and even their clothes are washed by these rough men.

But the woman before him, a woman of unparalleled beauty, could cook, and cook so well at that.

This greatly surprised the fat chef, and also made his assistants feel ashamed of their own shortcomings, even lamenting that they needed to be retrained.

Fortunately, Fang Xiaoxiao smiled and told them that she had achieved her current success through countless days and nights of practice, and encouraged everyone to work hard so that they would be able to surpass her sooner or later.

These words won him countless fans.

The group, led by the chubby chef, even addressed her as "Master".

Zhu Wen sat at the table with a smile on his face, holding a silver bowl and chopsticks in his hand. At first, he was really a little worried. After all, medicinal cuisine sounds good, but as the saying goes, every medicine has some poison. He didn't want to die because of carelessness.

Fortunately, Fang Xiaoxiao set an example, which made him reluctantly consider taking a small bite.

Little did he know that this medicinal dish was so incredibly delicious, fragrant and rich, leaving a lingering aroma on the lips and teeth. He used every word he could think of to describe it.

"Good good!"

He kept eating, humming with his nose to indicate how delicious it was, until his stomach was so full he couldn't continue, at which point he reluctantly put down his chopsticks.

……

Fang Xiaoxiao wore the reward given to her by the old man, and the smile she couldn't suppress at the corners of her eyes almost deepened her crow's feet.

"Well, this meal wasn't a waste of money. Adding the poem I just wrote, I've earned a total of fifty taels of silver. Now, sister, you're quite wealthy!"

You should know that fifty taels of silver is a sum that many ordinary people can only earn in a lifetime.

She touched the purse in her arms, her mind racing with thoughts of finding someone to repair the house.

While chatting with the chubby chef just now, I specifically inquired about finding people to help with house repairs.

The chubby chef was a kind-hearted man. Upon hearing this, he patted his chest and said that his wife and sister did the same thing.

He even wrote her a letter by hand, telling her to show it to the other party when she went, so that she could save a lot of money.

It seems that, whether in modern or ancient times, building houses is always fraught with pitfalls.

Fang Xiaoxiao sighed as she headed towards the western suburbs.

The direction where the chubby cook's aunt lived happened to be in the western suburbs, which was considered a remote village.

I had been there once before, supposedly to drink. It is said that there is a master brewer in the village whose apricot blossom wine is famous far and wide.

I just made a lot of money today, so I can buy half a jin (250g) and take it back for Long Jinyan to taste and see if it's salty enough.

When it comes to brewing, as a medical doctor researching biopharmacology, she knows a little bit about it. After all, the periodic table is a must-have for students, and chemical equations are a key part of the exam.

It's quite simple if you follow your understanding from your past life.

However, she felt that the idea was unreliable. It was said that the Dayu Dynasty prohibited private wineries and even more so, private brewing of wine.

The master brewer was a senior figure in the area, granted special permission by the government.

The western suburbs aren't particularly far; it only takes about half an hour to walk there.

She gradually moved from the bustling market to a somewhat remote village.

It's not exactly deserted, but it's definitely a bit too secluded.

If she hadn't seen the three large characters "Xinglin Village" written on the stone pillar next to her when she stood at the village entrance, she would have doubted whether she had come to the wrong place.

Thankfully, that's right. Just keep walking forward and the third house on your right is the fat cook's sister-in-law's house.

But after taking only two steps, a little boy, about three or four years old, wearing a red bib and with his bottom bare, appeared in front of her. He was holding a mud brick in his hand and blocking her way.

The little boy in the red bib, with his bare bottom, spoke in a childish voice, his tone slightly threatening and reprimanding.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into our Xinglin Village? Pay your toll right now, or I'll smash your head open with a rock!"

The little boy's expression was very funny and comical. He was small in stature but had a little potbelly. Coupled with what he said, it always made people laugh at first glance.

Fang Xiaoxiao held her stomach, her face beaming with laughter. She never imagined that she would be robbed by a child in broad daylight, especially since the child was completely naked.

The little boy realized that the other person was mocking him, which made him very angry, and he immediately wanted to throw a stone at the woman in front of him.

"If you dare to laugh at me again, I'll sleep with you!"

"Haha, little guy, you're pretty good. I just don't know how you're going to sleep with me when you jump up and you're not even as high as my knee."

"Hmph, hmph! You dare say I'm short? I'll go find Dazhuang right now and have him sleep with you."

"Forehead……"

The naked shrimp in its red bib turned around angrily, revealing its two round, chubby little bottoms, and wiggled as it ran forward.

He ran and shouted: "Dazhuang, come here quickly! I've found you a wife!"

"..."

What's going on? How does this little kid know the word "wife"? It seems his parents aren't exactly respectable people either. What respectable person would teach their child such nonsense?

Fang Xiaoxiao thought to herself, but without stopping, she quickly went to the third house on the left.

This is a mud-walled house with a small courtyard, quite different from the house she currently lives in. The main difference is that her courtyard is built with bricks and stones, and looks to be of much better quality than the one in front of her.