Transmigrated into a Prosperous Farm Wife, Pampered, Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Prime Minister

Early in the morning, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Lin Shuyun came out of the house and stretched, only to see Old Xu sticking his butt out in the yard, blowing hard on the stove.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

Old Xu got up, his face covered in ash, and looked a little guilty. "Girl, I swear I only dozed off for a moment and the fire went out."

"It's alright, it's all better now, no need to add more firewood."

Lin Shuyun stepped forward, removed the stone pressing down on the pot lid, and took away the towels around the pot lid used to seal in the smell.

This pot doesn't seal well; I only put a towel in it. I'll have to buy a larger earthenware pot later; that would be better.

"What delicious food is in here?" Old Xu asked eagerly.

Yun said that if the lid was opened halfway through, it couldn't be eaten, so he refrained from opening it all night.

The moment the lid was lifted, Old Xu almost fainted on the spot.

It doesn't smell bad, it smells good.

It smells amazing, and it's incredibly delicious.

The fragrance went straight into my brain through my nose.

"Braised food?"

Old Xu sniffed. He had eaten braised food before, but this was the first time he had ever smelled such an overpowering aroma.

Lin Shuyun poked the pig's trotter inside with her chopsticks; it was already soft and mushy.

Turning back to talk to Old Man Xu, he said, "Old man, you're something else. You've eaten everything. You didn't beg for food again, did you?"

“When I was young, I didn’t beg for food either. I was strong and traveled all over the country, eating a lot of delicious food. It’s not that I’m old and my son is unfilial, so I have to become a beggar. Fortunately, I have you as my dear daughter now.”

(The unfilial son: Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!)

"Good girl, give me a piece to try!"

Old Xu craned his neck to look into the pot, his mouth watering uncontrollably.

Considering the old man's advanced age and the fact that his hair and beard were all white, Lin Shuyun didn't bother to argue with him about him being her father.

I found a plate, scooped a section of intestine out of the pot, and then put the lid back on.

Let it simmer a little longer, and it will be even more flavorful.

"That's all? It's not even enough to fill a tooth gap!"

Old Xu followed Lin Shuyun into the kitchen like a shadow.

"Your teeth must have a really wide gap. You're eating this greasy food first thing in the morning, and then you eat it at noon."

Lin Shuyun cut the intestines into small sections and garnished them with green peppers.

Then I added water to the pot, and this dish was enough for breakfast—just porridge with it.

Old Xu washed his hands and quickly grabbed a piece, stuffing it into his mouth.

It smelled so good he wanted to swallow his tongue.

"The seasonings are a bit limited, but we'll have to make do."

When Lin Shuyun bought seasonings yesterday, she only found a general idea; she was still missing three items.

In addition, this braising liquid is not a long-simmered braising liquid; to make braised dishes taste good, you need to use a long-simmered braising liquid.

She was just doing an experiment; she'll eat this when the weather gets cooler.

Before the apocalypse broke out in her previous life, Lin Shuyun loved to eat and had tasted almost all kinds of delicacies from all over the country. Of course, she also loved to cook.

The essence of everyday life is found in the finest food, which should never be missed.

"No compromise, no compromise, it smells amazing!"

Old Xu took another piece and deftly started a fire to cook porridge.

Coal Ball ran up to Lin Shuyun like a madman: "Shuyun, Shuyun, I want to eat too!"

Lin Shuyun fed it a piece.

Hearing the whimpering sound, I turned around and the little thing crawled out of its nest, stumbling and running towards me following the scent.

Old Xu laughed, "Look at you, you've raised a whole bunch of gluttons."

Jiang Changtian also came out of the house and headed to the kitchen.

The morning light shone on him; what a handsome man, a peerless gentleman.

"This kid looks kind of familiar."

Old Xu looked up and muttered something, then quickly took another sip and went back to tending the fire.

After the meal, Lin Shuyun lifted the lid again and took out the pig's trotters, making a pig's trotter rice dish for Jiang Changtian, along with some pickled radishes she had made the previous afternoon.

They packed the food into a food box and saw Jiang Changtian out the door.

"My lord, be careful on the road."

Old Xu carried a food box in one hand and a greasy pig's trotter in the other. "Yun girl is so thoughtful. Your classmate only complained that the food in the cafeteria wasn't good, and she already brought you food."

Jiang Changtian didn't reply, but felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"Who's making braised food? It smells so damn good! Can't a person get any sleep this early in the morning?!"

"Quick, smell it! Has a new restaurant opened somewhere?"

Listening to the chorus of complaints, Jiang Changtian, facing the rising sun, took the food box from Old Man Xu and entered the academy.

During the two morning classes, Mr. Feng spoke very quickly, and Jiang Changtian listened attentively.

After class, Mr. Feng assigned an essay, which was to be completed and submitted after the afternoon class.

The provincial examination is in the middle of next month, and Master Feng is making the most of every minute to ensure that the whole class can pass the examination and become a Xiucai (a successful candidate in the county-level imperial examination).

After class is lunch break.

Feng Hao was waiting for Jiang Changtian at the door. When he saw Jiang Changtian come out, he called out, "Brother Changtian, come on, I'll treat you to dinner today."

Although his family wasn't wealthy, the fact that his brother Changtian had to wear a green hat to attend the academy made him very upset.

I always wish I could help as much as possible.

"No need, I brought my own lunch from home." Jiang Changtian took out a food box from his locker.

"You even brought food from home!" Feng Hao exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing that Jiang Changtian still needed to use his cane, he hurriedly said, "I'll help you carry it. We'll go to the cafeteria to eat. You can't possibly eat in the lecture hall, can you?"

The two went to the cafeteria together and found a table to sit down.

Feng Hao went to get the food. Jiang Changtian opened the food box and took out the braised pork trotters and rice and a small dish of pickled radishes.

Although it's a bit cold, the aroma is still very strong.

"Brother Jiang, what's in your food box? It smells delicious!"

The man in the long robe carrying the food came over.

The man in the long gown was named Guo Hongfang, and he was in the same class as Jiang Changtian.

Since speaking up for each other, the two haven't had much interaction due to their busy schedules in class.

At this moment, Guo Hongfang was purely attracted by the domineering aroma.

"Food brought from home! Cooked by my wife."

Jiang Changtian himself didn't realize that he said this with a hint of pride.

Many people looked over here, and when they saw someone bringing their own lunch, they turned their heads away and whispered among themselves.

The food in the academy's canteen is fresh and inexpensive, and it's not like we can't afford it. It's ridiculous that we bring our own food from home.

Young people are always concerned about their image, and Jiang Changtian, who brought his own lunch, suddenly became the center of gossip.

Someone with sharp eyes noticed that there was a pig's trotter in Jiang Changtian's bowl, and burst into suppressed laughter.

"Can I share a table here?" Guo Hongfang asked when he saw that there were no empty tables around.

A table can seat four people, and it would be beneath Jiang Changtian to bring his own lunch, so no one came to sit next to him.

Guo Hongfang had just sat down when Feng Hao arrived.

"This is Guo Hongfang from our class, and this is Feng Hao," Jiang Changtian introduced the two.

The two greeted each other and then sat down to eat.

Jiang Changtian had just taken a bite when he looked up and saw Feng Hao staring at his bowl. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "You can try a piece."

He only brought enough for one person, so naturally he couldn't generously give it away.

"I will not eat."

Feng Hao gritted his teeth, thinking to himself that if anyone wanted to eat that slut's cooking, he would never eat Lin's cooking again.

"Brother Jiang, if he won't eat it, can I have a piece?"

Guo Hong stared longingly at the plate.

Jiang Changtian: ...

In the end, she took out the spare chopsticks from the food box and picked up a piece of pig's trotter for Guo Hongfang.

Guo Hongfang's eyes widened as he ate. No wonder Jiang Changtian brought his own lunch; it was so delicious.

"If you don't mind, you can eat this with us." Jiang Changtian pushed the pickled radish forward.

Guo Hongfang tasted a piece and said, "I don't mind at all. Your wife is so skillful. She can make such a delicious dish from such a simple radish."

Who would have thought that the shrew from Hedong had such skills!

"Brother Jiang, the cafeteria is hiring cooks. Why don't you have your wife come and cook there?"