My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

Wang quickly removed the stool from Yang Fenglan's feet, moved to a different spot away from her, crossed her legs, and hugged her knees with her hands.

"Yang, your sister-in-law and I have finished watering your three acres of land. Starting tomorrow, you can go and water all my land."

Yang Fenglan pointed at herself in disbelief, "What? You mean, you want me to go water your family's fields?"

"What do you mean 'your home' and 'my home'? We're all one family. What's mine is yours."

"Hehe, why didn't you think that way when you were eating?"

"What did you say?" Wang raised her eyebrows and glared at her fiercely.

Yang Fenglan smiled knowingly, "What I mean is, you want me to irrigate twenty or thirty acres of land all by myself?"

"Is only twenty or thirty acres a lot?"

"...Not much, not even a little bit."

"Don't water it all yourself. Water the area in Nanshan first. If you're too busy, call on Shen Shi. Don't spoil her too much, or she'll definitely take advantage of you later," Wang Shi said.

Yang Fenglan wanted to laugh, but nodded helplessly.

Thinking she had agreed, Wang clapped her hands and settled the matter, saying, "Then it's settled. The two of you can water it together; it'll be faster that way."

"Mother, you should go home and rest," Yang Fenglan said meekly.

Wang raised her chin at Wang Guihua: See? In this house, I'm still the one in charge.

Wang Guihua secretly gave a thumbs up: It has to be Mother.

So the two of them went home excitedly to rest, waiting for Yang Fenglan to finish watering the land so they could report the results.

After seeing the two off, Yang Fenglan straightened her back.

Turning my head, I saw Shen Yu standing by the kitchen door, clutching a wooden spoon tightly in her hand, her face cold.

"If you like watering the fields, go do it yourself. Don't expect me to do it. Otherwise, we'll get a divorce right away."

“When did I say I was going to water the fields?” Yang Fenglan shrugged. “I have to go into town to sell these rabbits and pheasants. I don’t have time to deal with them.”

"Huh?" Shen Yu asked, puzzled.

“I only told them to go back and rest, but I didn’t say I would help them water the fields.”

"..."

It seems... indeed.

Shen Yu awkwardly touched her nose. "Time to eat."

For breakfast, it was still millet porridge. Shen Yu added a handful of rice and some chopped fern shoots to cook together.

Yang Fenglan added a little chicken oil and salt to the bowl, and the bland porridge immediately became sweet and fragrant.

She also picked a lump of oil from Shen Yu's bowl, saying, "Xiao Yu, the porridge you cooked is absolutely delicious! I wish you were my daughter, such a hardworking and kind girl. The moment you came to our house, I couldn't help but look down on Jingyi."

"..." Shen Yu's lips twitched.

After praising her cooking skills, Yang Fenglan also praised her for being thoughtful and caring, saying, "Jingyi is recovering very well thanks to your care. You are truly a lucky star."

Shen Yu's expression changed. Could it be that her mother-in-law was going back on her word and wouldn't let her get a divorce?

Just as she began to worry, she heard Yang Fenglan say, "Whoever marries you in the future will be blessed by that family; their ancestors must have burned incense for them."

Shen Yu pursed her lips, a slight smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

Yang Fenglan smiled and said: Everyone hates flattery, but that's because the flattery isn't directed at oneself.

Even a three-year-old child likes to hear nice things, let alone a young woman like Shen Yu.

A few simple compliments can easily evoke the delicate emotions hidden deep within a young woman's heart.

Shen Yu, who used to always complain that food was bland and tasteless, found the porridge in her bowl particularly delicious today.

After Yang Fenglan finished her PUA session, she ladled out a bowl of porridge, took it to the west room, and continued to PUA Zhou Jingyi.

As soon as she placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside table, Yang Fenglan started scratching her neck and picking at her hands. "Jingyi, how are you feeling today?"

"It's still the same, my leg hurts as soon as I move it." Zhou Jingyi had been lying in bed for many days, which made his life very inconvenient, especially when he needed to use the restroom.

"Then just don't move."

"..."