The aroma of cooking filled the house: I sent my eldest brother to become the Grand Secretary.

Mr. and Mrs. Shen led the way, with the two children of the Shen family following closely behind, each holding their tools tightly.

"Grass, are you home? Did anyone come to visit?"

He then rushed into the main room.

They were all taken aback when they saw the dishes Shen Cao was carrying.

Shen Cao sized up the two large and two small figures in front of her.

These must be the original owner's parents and siblings.

"Dad, Mom, I've finished cooking. We can eat now," Shen Cao called to her parents and siblings.

"Wan'er, Aqing, get up and wash your hands and eat."

When everyone saw Shen Cao carrying out the dishes, they were first shocked, and then overjoyed.

"Ah Cao, are you all better?"

"Sister, are you all better?"

Everyone rushed over to check on Shen Cao's health and see if she had fully recovered.

After Shen Cao brought the dishes to the table, she took her mother's hand and led her to sit down at the table.

"Dad, Mom, sister, brother, I'm much better. My head doesn't hurt anymore, just a little sore all over, but it's nothing serious." Shen Cao's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at the sincere concern in everyone's eyes.

Although in her previous life, Shen Cao also had loving parents and a grandfather.

However, I was still moved by the love and care I saw.

The original owner of this body had hit her head and only suffered minor abrasions.

When Shen Cao arrived, although the wound on her head was still there, it was much better than the pain in her body.

After confirming that Shen Cao was alright, everyone turned their attention to the food on the table.

"Cao'er, did you make all of this?" Shen's mother asked in surprise.

"Yes, Mom, hurry up, everyone wash your hands and eat."

"What did you do? We could smell it from ten feet away," Mr. Shen asked.

"Scallion pancake strips, braised snails, wild garlic and river clams, and a cold wild vegetable salad."

"Snails? River clams? Aren't those pig feed? Those things have a very strong earthy smell, can we eat them?" Shen's mother asked doubtfully.

"The aroma you smell is made from these ingredients, want to try some?"

Looking at the delicious-looking dishes on the table, everyone was a little skeptical that these were made from pig feed. But seeing Shen Cao's confident expression, they believed him to some extent.

Shen's mother greeted Shen's father, "No matter how good or bad it is, we'll say it's delicious. It's rare for Cao'er to be in such a good mood and cook a meal, so we can't discourage the child."

"You don't even need to tell me. Even if it tastes terrible, I'll still finish what my daughter made." Father Shen had a proud look on his face, as if his daughter had made it.

If Shen Cao knew that her parents actually doubted her cooking skills, she would definitely find it unbelievable.

After all, his culinary skills are internationally recognized.

After everyone washed their hands, they sat down at the table, but no one touched their chopsticks.

Because no one dared to touch the chopsticks.

It turns out that the original owner of this body had cooked a meal once before, and after that meal, the whole family had stomach problems for several days.

From then on, the original owner was forbidden from entering the kitchen.

It's no wonder that Mr. and Mrs. Shen doubted whether the food Shen Cao cooked was safe to eat.

Seeing that everyone had their chopsticks in hand but weren't moving, Shen Cao urged, "Everyone, eat! What are you standing there for?"

Looking at everyone, Shen's father took the lead and picked up a piece of cold wild vegetable salad with his chopsticks. After all, he had picked the wild vegetables himself, so at most they wouldn't taste good, but they certainly wouldn't make him sick.

But the moment it entered his mouth, the refreshing taste of the wild vegetables and the perfectly seasoned flavor made him feel as if he had been cleansed by a spring rain. Before he had even chewed a few bites, he had unconsciously swallowed it down, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

"Delicious, so delicious. Cao'er, are you sure this is cold wild vegetable salad?" Shen's father asked Shen Cao incredulously after finishing the meal.

“Father, I’m sure, I used the wild vegetables that were left over in the kitchen to make it.”

"Is it delicious, Mom, sister, brother? Eat up!!" Shen Cao urged.

"Cao'er, you made this really delicious. Make it again tomorrow, and I'll go pick some more to bring back," Mr. Shen emphasized.

“Daddy loves to eat it, so I’ll make it for you every day.”

The others, seeing Shen's father's exaggerated expression, assumed he was deliberately trying to boost Shen Cao's confidence.

With a skeptical attitude, I picked up some food and started eating.

"Wow, it's delicious!"

"Delicious!! Delicious!!"

"Mmm~ Delicious~, sister, it's so delicious." Shen Qing exclaimed as she ate.

Watching everyone happily eating the food she had prepared, Shen Cao felt happy too.

The reason she loved cooking in her past life was because she loved seeing the happy smiles on people's faces after they tasted the food she made.

Just like the smiles blooming on the faces of the Shen family members right now.

Without realizing it, Shen Cao also ate until she was stuffed.

The food on the table was all eaten up.

In particular, the snails and clams that Shen's mother mentioned were not only eaten up, but the broth was even used to soak up all the bread.

Everyone was very full.

After finishing the meal, Shen Qing insisted on washing the dishes.

The others were chatting around the table.

"Sister, the snails and clams you made aren't fishy at all. There are plenty of those things in the river. We'll go pick more tomorrow, and you can cook them for us again." Shen Wan licked her lips, still wanting more.

Shen Cao patted her younger sister's head. "Okay, I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

After finishing their meal, Mr. and Mrs. Shen were a little puzzled. How could someone who couldn't cook before have become such a good cook after just one fall?

"Cao'er, how come you suddenly learned to cook?" Shen's father asked.

“Father, this is also what I wanted to tell you. After I fell and was unconscious, I met an immortal. He thought I had extraordinary bones and was particularly suitable to be his disciple, so he let me learn his skills from him. Only after I had mastered them did he let me come back.”

"After I finished learning, I woke up. The skills he taught me were in my mind."

"I only realized after I woke up that the person might be a culinary master." Shen Cao made up a story and earnestly told his parents about the origin of his culinary skills.

This can't be blamed on Shen Cao; after all, not everyone can easily accept something like time travel.

For the ancients, the idea of ​​ghosts and gods was easier to accept than the idea of ​​reincarnation, and they were less likely to be arrested as monsters.

Sure enough, upon hearing Shen Cao's answer, Shen's parents showed an "I see" expression on their faces.

Shen Cao had no choice. He knew he would bring out things that didn't exist in this world again in the future, so in order to eliminate any future troubles, he could only make up this white lie.

"No wonder Cao'er was lying in bed for three days even though she wasn't seriously injured. It turns out she went to learn skills from the immortals," Mother Shen said happily.

“Our Cao’er is quite fortunate,” Shen’s father chimed in.

Later, Shen Cao subtly inquired about some things she wanted to know.

I learned that the bamboo grove by the river was wild and did not belong to any private family.

I also learned that garlic is available at this time of year. Most of the garlic from our own farm has been saved as seed garlic. The garlic in the kitchen has been used up, and the rest is being stored in the cellar.

I also learned about some basic information about the family.

Everyone went to sleep.

In ancient times, people would go to sleep as soon as it got dark in order to save lamp oil.

They work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Shen Cao wondered if it was because she slept too much during the day, or it could be jet lag; she used to go to bed in the early hours of the morning.

I was lying in bed, unable to fall asleep.

With his eyes closed, he thought about ways to make money and what meals he would cook tomorrow.

After thinking about it...

I fell asleep thinking about it.