Ugly girl only wants to farm

When Meng Jiuhe saw that Xu Zhaoyan had already handed the soup to him, and the whole family was staring at him, he felt embarrassed, unsure whether to accept it or not.

After hesitating for a moment, he carefully picked up the bowl of soup and gently sniffed it.

The strong smell made him frown even more. The radish and pig lung soup had a unique aroma that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Li San Niang urged from the side, "Jiuhe, try this soup, it's really good. Don't let your wife's good intentions go to waste. The weather is getting colder and colder, so drinking some of this soup to warm up is a good idea."

Meng Jiuhe nodded helplessly, took a small sip, and forced himself to swallow the soup. A strained expression appeared on his face, but he still managed to swallow it.

"How is it? Big brother, I didn't lie to you, did I? This soup is really delicious." Meng Jiudong looked at Meng Jiuhe with an expectant expression, hoping to get his approval.

Meng Jiu was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Hmm, it's alright."

Actually, he didn't really like the taste, but in order not to disappoint his family, he chose to give them a perfunctory answer.

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiudong's eyes lit up, and he excitedly said, "Haha, I knew it! This soup is really delicious."

It was also Meng Jiuhe's first time drinking this radish and pig lung soup. At first, he was a little resistant, but after taking a sip, he found that the taste was indeed quite good.

The fresh aroma of the radish was fully released, and the taste was delicious. He couldn't help but wonder how this woman, who usually couldn't cook anything, could suddenly make such a delicious soup. He looked at Xu Chaoyan with a more inquisitive gaze.

Xu Chaoyan then ladled some rice into the soup bowl for him. Knowing that he disliked the pig lung, she picked out a few pieces of soft radish and handed them to him, saying, "Your rice porridge tastes pretty good. There are also some pickles here to eat with it, which will make it more appetizing."

Everyone enjoyed the meal to the fullest, feeling warm all over. Meng Jiuhe's opinion of her deepened even further.

After finishing all that, Xu Chaoyan busied herself with processing the tofu. The tofu Zhang Xuyang had given her was all misshapen and not very appealing. Judging from his plain clothes, she figured he probably wouldn't even eat it himself, so she was very grateful that he had sent it to them.

She ate mostly vegetables and cabbage stalks all day long, and Xu Chaoyan's stomach felt quite bland. It would be good to cook a pot of tofu with blood to improve her diet.

She brought the bowl of tofu into the kitchen, first cutting it into small pieces and cooking it in a pot, then preparing a bunch of green garlic, which she chopped into sections.

When the tofu was almost cooked, she carefully scooped it out and set it aside to cool. When it was time for dinner, she poured some oil into a pot, heated it, and then added minced scallions, ginger, and garlic to sauté until fragrant. She then added an appropriate amount of water, salt, and chili sauce to taste, stirred well, and once the water boiled, she added the pig's blood to the pot and cooked it until it changed color. Finally, she gently placed the tofu cubes into the pot and simmered them for a while to allow the tofu to fully absorb the flavor of the broth.

When it's almost done cooking, sprinkle in a handful of chopped green garlic to enhance the aroma. A pot of steaming hot and fragrant blood tofu is now ready.

Just thinking about this made her swallow her saliva several times.

Besides making blood tofu, she also plans to dry all the remaining tofu with better shapes into dried tofu, which will make it easier to preserve.

However, the weather has been getting cooler lately, and the sun isn't as strong as before, making it difficult to dry tofu. But she still insists on trying, hoping to successfully preserve the food for later consumption.

She sliced ​​the tofu into thin slices, arranged them neatly in a winnowing basket, and then placed the basket in the sun in the yard to dry.

Every morning, she takes the winnowing basket out to dry in the sun and brings it back in the evening to ensure that the tofu is fully dried. This process takes a lot of time, but she believes that as long as she persists, she will definitely be able to make delicious dried tofu.

Xu Chaoyan planned to dry the tofu outside first, and then have her father help her weave a fence to put on the wall in the kitchen to smoke it directly into smoked tofu. Just thinking about the taste made her mouth water. It would be a good snack to go with drinks, or a treat for everyone.

There was also the pig's blood she brought back. Some of it could be cooked with tofu, and the crushed tofu could be mixed with the pig's blood to make blood tofu. She had only heard of blood tofu and eaten it before, but she didn't know how it was made.

Xu Chaoyan racked her brains for a while but still couldn't remember. She patted her head and finally just randomly crushed all the tofu and pig's blood into crumbs, kneaded them into clumps, and dried them to make them easier to preserve.

Seeing her spinning around like a top, Li San Niang took the tofu from her hands with a look of concern: "Take a break first. You've been busy ever since you ate. Look at all this sweat on your forehead!"

Xu Chaoyan brought her face closer: "Mother, can you wipe it for me?"

She hasn't been wearing a veil on her face these days, and some of her pimples are still oozing pus. The sweat running down her forehead makes her feel very uncomfortable.

Looking at her daughter-in-law's face, Li San Niang felt a pang of guilt. The heavy burden of the family had fallen on the shoulders of this young girl.

Li San Niang quickly wiped away the sweat, her face full of disapproval: "Look, the sweat is dripping onto your face. What if these pimples get infected and become even worse? Your face has finally gotten a little better."

Xu Chaoyan blinked a few times, looking aggrieved: "Mother, do you also think I'm ugly?"

Li San Niang looked stunned and didn't reply for a long time. She pondered what she had just said. Had she said something too harsh and made the child overthink it?

She quickly tried to explain, but she was never good with words, and the more she spoke, the more confused she became.

Xu Chaoyan was just exchanging a few casual words with her, but unexpectedly, she misunderstood and became anxious, taking the handkerchief from her hand and wiping her face haphazardly a couple of times.

"Mom, I'm fine. These things will be taken care of soon. You should go and rest for a while. The whole family depends on you to take care of things. You've worked hard too."

Meng Jiuhe was still sitting outside. He had been lying in bed all day and his back ached terribly. Without everyone's help, he couldn't go back. He happened to hear the two talking and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He had no idea what the morning glory was busy with. After finishing her meal, she rushed into the kitchen, spinning around as if she were on fire. He had no idea what she was doing.

What did she just say to her mother? Her mother kindly told her to rest for a while, and she even asked if she thought her mother was ugly. Doesn't she know whether she's ugly or not? Does she need to say it out loud?