This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

She chuckled and immediately saw through his act: "You don't actually know how to grow vegetables, do you?"

"Growing vegetables is not difficult, it just takes a lot of time."

Ye Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows. In her memory, He Jing's family had only come to Dongyuan Village eight years ago. She didn't know where they originally came from.

She thought for a moment and said, "I have time, I'll grow vegetables! It's so convenient to have vegetables in my own yard."

After placing the cleaned cabbage and water celery on the stove, Ye Xiaoxiao wiped her hands and began to teach He Jing how to make braised pork.

First, heat the pan, then sear the pork belly skin-side up in the pan until it's golden brown.

Then cut it into large pieces, put it in a pot over low heat and stir-fry slowly to render out the excess oil. Set aside the excess lard, which can be used to stir-fry cabbage and water celery later.

Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help but sigh that He Jing might be a natural-born chef; the caramelized sugar was a deep, tempting red.

It seems that his cooking was not good before because he didn't have an expert like me to guide him.

Steam rose from the large pot, and the rich aroma of meat mixed with sweetness whetted the appetites of everyone in the kitchen.

Even passing villagers couldn't help but stop and take a few more breaths of the meaty aroma.

He Wuyang put in a few large pieces of firewood and let it burn on its own. He then stood up to look at the glistening pork bubbling in the pot.

She took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"

She can eat an extra bowl of rice in the evening.

He Wuyou's big eyes were also fixed on the meat in the pot, and she secretly swallowed her saliva. She was so hungry.

After simmering for the time it takes to brew a few cups of tea, He Jing removed the lid, and an even richer, more mellow aroma wafted out.

The scalding hot meat juices simmered in the pot, releasing an even richer aroma.

He couldn't believe it was his own handiwork.

Once the main dishes are cooked, the vegetable dishes don't take much time to prepare, and soon the three dishes and soup are served.

Today, Mother He also made a rare appearance to have dinner with everyone.

Ye Xiaoxiao picked up a piece of meat. It was golden in color, fatty but not greasy, slightly sweet, tender and bouncy, and melted in her mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance on her lips and teeth.

After tasting the braised pork, Madam He praised, "Ah Jing, this dish is quite good. It seems Xiao Xiao has taught you well!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoxiao laughed heartily and picked up another piece of meat for Madam He: "If you like it, then eat more. That way you'll recover faster."

He Jing watched as the woman sitting on the same bench with her sister ate heartily, chatting with the person next to her from time to time, a smile never fading from her eyes.

That beauty mark under the candlelight was even more dazzling.

Seeing her son glancing at his wife every now and then, Mother He knew that her son might...

She suddenly felt a surge of appetite and ate two more pieces of meat.

Ye Xiaoxiao, who was standing to the side, felt that eating only meat was not enough, so she added some meat broth and mixed it into the rice. The broth was delicious, rich, and very fragrant.

He Wuyou and Ye Xiaoxiao followed Ye Xiaoxiao's example, adding soup to their rice and eating it with great relish.

Ye Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that she had bought too little rice today; at this rate, it would be gone in a few days.

It was a rare occasion for the whole family to gather together for a meal, with a variety of dishes, just like a holiday.

Meanwhile, at Aunt Sun's house, the scene was completely different.

In the small kitchen, a family of three lay on the floor, groaning. Aunt Sun was the one groaning the loudest, and she ate the most at dinner.

"Ouch, it hurts me so much!"

She felt unbearable abdominal pain, as if someone was digging into her internal organs with a hoe.

Li Dazhu and his son weren't as obviously in pain, but they were pale and sweating profusely.

"Honey, what did you cook for dinner tonight?"

"I...picked up a sweet potato...on the way..."

Aunt Sun spoke haltingly, and with each word she uttered, her abdominal pain intensified.

"Mom, sweet potatoes aren't supposed to taste like this, are they?"

As soon as Fatty finished speaking, he vomited up everything he had eaten that evening, and by sheer coincidence, it landed right on Aunt Sun's face.

Aunt Sun felt an unbearable sour and foul odor assault her nostrils and cursed, "You little rascal—ugh—"

After saying that, she vomited all over the floor.

The kitchen was filled with the sour smell of vomit. Li Dazhu couldn't stand the strong sensory stimulation and straightened up to vomit. Unexpectedly, the pain was relieved quite a bit.

“Honey, Fatty’s right,” he wiped his mouth, “sweet potatoes just don’t taste like that at all.”

Aunt Sun's eyes flickered, and a hint of unease crossed her face: "I said it's a sweet potato, so it's a sweet potato. The strange taste is because I added garlic."