After the female supporting character in the quick transmigration series realized her mistakes

Wen Yi has been married into the Zheng family for about ten days, and the autumn harvest is just around the corner.

These past few days, Zheng's parents have been busy exchanging jobs with other families in the village, leaving only Zheng Jin and Wen Yi, the young couple, at home.

The eldest brother of the Zheng family works away from home, and both of his older sisters are married. As for the youngest sister, she is a high school sophomore in the county town. After returning home for the holidays, she didn't stay at home for more than two days before going to help her older sister take care of her child. She doesn't plan to come back and will go directly from her older sister's house to the county town when school starts.

Wen Yi asked Zheng Jin, "What delicious food are you planning to make tonight?"

Wen Yi and Zheng Jin had just returned from harvesting corn in the cornfield. Although Zheng Jin did most of the work while Wen Yi stayed with him, it was still quite tiring.

Zheng Jin carried the corn on his back into the main room of the bungalow, and then dumped the corn cobs in a corner of the room.

When Yi Yi asked him, he smiled and replied, "Didn't you want to eat chicken legs? I'll go start a fire to boil water and then catch a chicken."

Wen Yi looked at him in surprise and said, "I was just saying it casually, and you actually did it?"

"Really do it."

Zheng Jin nodded affirmatively: "It's not like we can't afford it. If we want to eat it, we'll make it."

Wen Yi rolled her eyes at him: "This isn't about whether we can afford it or not, it's about attitude. Your parents and younger sister aren't eating at home, and we're just eating alone? Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about?"

"It's okay, they won't mind. There's a market tomorrow, we can just buy a few then."

"That won't do either, I won't feel at ease eating it."

Zheng Jin didn't argue with her, and just said, "Okay, I'll go start a fire, you can rest here for a while."

As Zheng Jin spoke, he walked into the kitchen, while Wen Yi sat leisurely at the entrance of the main room of the old house.

The kitchen wasn't far away either, it was in the room next door.

The Zheng family owns two houses: one is a tiled house, which is an old house, and the other is a single-story house. The layouts of the two houses are similar.

In the very center of the old tile-roofed house is a main room, and further inside is a back room of a few square meters.

On the left are two bedrooms, but only the front one is the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Zheng. The back one is a guest room, where Mr. and Mrs. Zheng keep items that they consider important.

To the right is the kitchen and storage room. Next to Zheng's father's bedroom is the kitchen, behind which are kitchen utensils, grains, and all sorts of other odds and ends.

The bungalows are located to the right of the tiled houses, standing side by side with them, and their layout is exactly the same as the old houses.

The two bedrooms on the left are connected. Because Zheng Jin got married first, Zheng Jin and Wen Yi now live there.

The two bedrooms on the right are, in front, the eldest brother's room, and in back, the youngest sister's room. In the middle is a spacious main hall.

Since the two houses are side by side, the Zheng family's yard is very large, but the lighting is not very good because there is another house in front of theirs that blocks the view of the house.

After Zheng Jin boiled the water, Wen Yi finally came to her senses and heard the chicken's miserable scream.

Upon closer inspection, she realized Zheng Jin had already bled the chicken. Wen Yi said helplessly, "...Didn't you promise not to eat chicken?"

"This chicken had just injured its foot, and it was so pitiful to see it limping around, so I thought I'd do a good deed and help it out," Zheng Jin explained with a smile.

Wen Yi rolled her eyes, secretly lamenting: If Zheng's mother has any complaints, please don't blame her.

Seeing Wen Yi's furrowed brows, Zheng Jin quickly changed the subject: "Let's go to the county town and get our marriage certificate after the autumn harvest."

Wen Yi was a little surprised when she heard Zheng Jin mention getting a marriage certificate, since most married couples nowadays don't have the concept of getting a marriage certificate.

Her attention also turned to this side, and she asked Zheng Jin, "Why did you think of getting a marriage certificate? Nobody gets one of those things."

Zheng Jin naturally had his own ulterior motives. If he couldn't be Yi Yi's first man, then he would be her rightful first man.

Yiyi and Qingsong haven't registered their marriage yet, so I'll have to be the first and only one. Luckily, they didn't register their marriage when they got married, otherwise Cheng Qingsong would have gotten all the benefits, and I would be so depressed.

Of course, I couldn't say these things directly to Yiyi. I could only say, "Getting a marriage certificate is the only legal thing to do. We're already married, so of course we have to get one."

Wen Yi thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but I have to wait until I finish helping my mom and the others harvest the crops before I go, okay?"

"Of course I have to help Dad and the others finish harvesting the grain before I go. I'm their son-in-law, how can I not help?"

Wen Yi joked, "I thought you would abandon me after you've served your purpose."

Zheng Jin proudly raised his head, looking at Wen Yi, his eyes almost overflowing with laughter.

"Do I look like that kind of person? You have to believe me, your husband is definitely not that kind of person."

Wen Yi walked over and squatted down next to him, watching him pluck the feathers from the already dead chicken.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and clean up the chicken in your hand."

Zheng Jin wanted to be more intimate with Yi Yi, but since she had already spoken, he could only obediently listen to her.

Wen Yi watched as he plucked the chicken feathers clean, then gutted it, and quickly scooped up a ladle of water to rinse it clean.

Wen Yi's mouth was watering just looking at it. She asked Zheng Jin, "How do you plan to cook this chicken? Make soup or stir-fry it?"

Zheng Jin looked at Wen Yi and said, "Do you want stir-fried or boiled dishes? It's up to you. I'll do whatever you say."

Wen Yi thought about it for a moment and realized that it was good to stir-fry, and it was also quite delicious to boil.

"How about we boil the chicken drumsticks, wings, and feet, and stir-fry the rest?"

After Wen Yi finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Zheng Jin, hoping for his approval.

Zheng Jin nodded repeatedly: "Okay, great! Just wait, we'll eat as soon as I've finished cooking."

They had leftover rice from lunch, enough for two people, so all they needed to do was stir-fry some vegetables.

On such a hot day, there's no need to heat the food; eating it cold is just right.

After Wen Yi waited for Zheng Jin to cook, she went to take a shower first. After dinner, she wouldn't need to shower again and could go straight to watching TV.

This TV was specially bought by Zheng Jin in the city after they got engaged.

This was because Wen Yi was particularly obsessed with a martial arts drama at the time, and she even suggested that they postpone their marriage until she finished watching the drama.

Otherwise, what if she marries into the Zheng family and doesn't come back for three days, and the plot becomes unpredictable?

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jin exclaimed, "Hey, this won't do! The good thing is about to happen, and you suddenly pull this stunt. What if you ruin it for me?"

So the next day, he went to the city by himself, bought a color television, and quickly installed it.

Then he rushed over to tell Wenyi that his family now also had a color TV, and they could watch TV dramas after they got married.

The Zheng family originally had a black and white television, which was now placed in Mr. and Mrs. Zheng's room. They would watch it when they had time, but most of the time they didn't, saying they were afraid of wasting electricity.