After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

"If you want to divorce me, I will leave with Yunniang. I can't live without Yunniang..."

Jiang Zhiyun was instantly moved; it seemed her mother-in-law and she were of one mind. True friendship is revealed in times of trouble.

At this moment, Zhang continued, "I can't live without Yunniang's...cooking."

Jiang Zhiyun: ?!

I never knew cooking could be so charming. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse; it's a bit of a funny and exasperating situation.

Seeing her crying so sadly, Jiang Zhiyun cleared her throat and said, "Mother, don't worry. That kind of thing can be gradually cured with medicine and conditioning."

"There's no need to worry too much right now."

Although Xie Shuheng remained silent, he hadn't taken his mother's previous ramblings to heart. Now, Yunniang's awkward yet earnest explanation left him somewhat helpless.

This was hard to explain, so I could only walk over, hand over the remaining pickled vegetable liquid, and continue feeding it to my mother.

Perhaps it was the effect of the pickled vegetable brine, because Zhang Meiqing started to gag after drinking it.

Yunniang brought hot water and patted her back.

After vomiting all of her vomit, Zhang finally managed to collapse.

Fearing he might suspect she had done something wrong, Yunniang said, "It's nothing, I just fainted temporarily. I should be fine once I wake up."

Those mushrooms were just eaten, so it should be fine if you vomit them up now. If you still feel unwell, then go see a doctor.

"Mm." Xie Shuheng nodded, showing no sign of doubt.

Then Xie Shuheng and Jiang Zhiyun helped the person inside, one on each side.

It was already noon. If we rode in the old man's oxcart and took our things to the market, we could still make it in time for everyone to have dinner.

We'll probably be able to sell out all the noodles we make today by then.

Yunniang didn't want to delay any longer, so she packed up the things she needed to set up her stall.

He said, "Thank you, Shuheng. You stay home and take care of Mother."

“Yang-ge’er, remember to listen to your uncle. I’ll go to the market and see how many bowls we can sell in half a day.”

Although Xie Shuheng was worried, he would only be a burden if he left now.

Thinking about how his wife had to earn money to support the family, he suddenly felt a little guilty and remorseful towards her. He didn't show it on his face, but looked at her and nodded slightly.

He said, "Okay, go and come back soon."

Whether Yunniang heard it or not, the old man was waiting at the door, helping Yunniang carry the cut noodles and the cooked mushroom soup.

Once this stall is up and running, Yunniang won't need to cook at home anymore; she can just cook it at the market.

The old man watched as everything was packed, and Jiang Zhiyun sat on it, ready to continue their journey.

He laughed and said, "Young lady, you've only just gotten married, and you already have your own business! I've been doing this for so many years, and I've barely managed to buy an oxcart to carry passengers, and I don't even make much money."

“Uncle Xu,” Yunniang smiled, “we have no farmland at home, and my husband has difficulty walking. We can’t just sit around and do nothing, can we? We have to come out and try. If it works out, we can continue.”

"Yes, you've had a tough time too. Lu Langjun has been watching from the market entrance these past few days. Many people say you're getting married, but he doesn't believe it."

"I am deeply in love with you! It's a pity that it was arranged by your parents and a matchmaker. If you had married Mr. Lu, his family would be well-off, and you wouldn't have to work so hard."

Jiang Zhiyun was speechless. This Mr. Lu... she had completely lost contact with him after getting married in her previous life.

The main reason is that she only left the village after getting married for about two or three years in her previous life, which was really tough. She was struggling to survive and never paid attention to these things.

Now that I've been reborn, I have some more troubles.

Thinking about it, the old man Uncle Xu helped her carry her things down, and Yunniang gave Uncle Xu two extra coins, which made him happy.

After packing her things, Yunniang went to the soldiers at the market entrance and gave each of them a few coins, treating them very warmly.

Yunniang cleverly set up her stall here, and they didn't say anything, just turned a blind eye.

“We’ll let you do as you please on your first day of setting up a stall. But if others follow suit after you make money, that won’t do!” the soldier said to her very seriously.

Jiang Zhiyun nodded: "Yes, I understand. I'll go to the county government office to complete the formalities later. Once I've paid the full amount, I'll go in and set up my stall."

After saying that, Yunniang quickly cooked two bowls of noodles and handed them to them, saying, "Brothers, try them and see how they taste. This is just food and doesn't cost much. You've all had a long day."

The two men took the large bowl, tasted a bite or two, and then gulped it down, finishing the meal quickly.

It smelled delicious, but it was too hot and I ate it too quickly, so my tongue went numb from the heat.

They were both in high spirits: "It's alright! We don't need to bother going to the county magistrate tomorrow, it's all about connections anyway. Just give us the stall fee directly. We can just go in and set up our stalls ourselves."

Yunniang nodded gratefully.

The two soldiers were right. This place was on the frontier, poor, and had many exiled people. But the government officials had also taken a lot of money.

The poorer they are, the greedier they become. She's poor and has no status, and her husband's family is in exile. The county magistrate probably wouldn't treat her well, so why would he let her set up a stall?

With this saying, there's no need to worry about finding a spot to set up a stall in the future.

The aroma of the noodles, combined with the fresh scent of the mushrooms, quickly filled the air, carrying the fragrance of the noodles those two men had been eating.

It just so happened that it was lunchtime when the burly man was heading home from work, and he came over to the stall after smelling the food and asking questions.

A burly man with a thick beard asked, "This is the first time I've seen a noodle vendor. How much is a bowl of noodles?"

They need to ask clearly before they ask.

Yunniang remembered that she came here with Zhang Shi that day and found that cooked food was very expensive. Even a hard, unleavened flatbread cost twelve coins.

But people still buy it, mainly because it staves off hunger and provides a satisfying meal.

Yunniang boldly set a price, saying, "Fifteen coins, what do you think?"

She picked up the large bowl she had specially bought: "This bowl is so big, fill it up. I'll add some mushroom soup for you, and the other ingredients on the side, feel free to add them."

"to make!"

The man handed her fifteen coins. Yunniang scooped a spoonful of soup into the pot, and after the mushroom soup swelled up, she put the noodles in.

Once the noodles are cooked until soft, quickly pour them into a bowl. This way, customers can watch the cooking process and know whether the noodles are clean or not.

Most importantly, you can eat noodles without going into the store? Many people found this novel and came over to take a look.

The older brother wolfed down his food, finishing it in no time.

They didn't say whether it was good or bad, they just asked, "Are you coming for lunch tomorrow?"

"Come on!" Jiang Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief and readily agreed.

Then she cooked several more bowls. Fortunately, Yunniang had bought about ten large bowls, so the ones that had been eaten earlier could be washed and saved for the next one.

Who knows about the second... or the third.

Ten people arrived in succession, and Yunniang's noodles were now only half full...