A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

She sighed helplessly. There was no food left, and not even a drop in her storage space. She planned to go to town tomorrow to buy some food.

She took out the leftover cornbread from last night and put it in a pot to keep warm. Then she walked out of the kitchen, carrying a vegetable basket.

She remembered that the Li family had a vegetable garden, but she didn't know what kinds of vegetables were in it.

Following her memory, she walked for five or six minutes and came to the field. There were only some cucumbers and a few leafy green vegetables in the field, nothing else.

Helpless, Song Zhili could only pick some cucumbers and greens to take back. On her way back, she happened to run into Ji Qingqing, who was carrying Song Qiqi back.

"Da Ya, you've gone to pick vegetables? In the future, just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll bring it back on my way back. You don't need to make a special trip. Here, carry it for me."

As Ji Qingqing spoke, she held Song Qiqi in one arm and reached out with the other to take the vegetable basket from Song Zhili's hand.

"No need, sister-in-law. You still need to carry Qiqi. I'll carry her."

Song Zhili naturally couldn't let Ji Qingqing help her carry it.

The two laughed and talked as they returned home. Ji Qingqing put Song Qiqi down in the yard, then went to the water vat, scooped up some water, washed her hands, and went to the kitchen to cook.

Song Zhili saw through her intention and hurriedly stepped forward to her side, saying, "Sister-in-law, are you going to make lunch?"

Ji Qingqing nodded. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Sister-in-law, you stay in the yard and keep Qiqi company. Leave lunch to me today."

After Song Zhili finished speaking, she gently pushed Ji Qingqing towards Song Qiqi while holding her shoulder.

"That..."

When Song Ziyuan saw Ji Qingqing return, he thought Song Zhili would give up the idea of ​​cooking, but he didn't expect her to push Ji Qingqing aside and go to the kitchen herself.

He could only sigh helplessly in his heart. Sigh, Song Daya used to cook at home, but she probably didn't have any talent for cooking, and the food she cooked was hard to swallow.

Since then, Li and Hu Cuicui have almost never let her into the kitchen.

Ji Qingqing married into the family late and was unaware of this matter. When she heard that Song Zhili was going to cook, she didn't think much of it. She was originally going to the kitchen to help Song Zhili, but Song Zhili was afraid that she would see her using the seasonings, so she sent her away.

Finally, she had no choice but to play with Song Qiqi in the yard for a while until the aroma from the kitchen wafted out, attracting Ji Qingqing's attention.

Without realizing it, she walked towards the kitchen, where she saw Song Zhili scoop a large spoonful of lard into the pot. Ji Qingqing's lips twitched, and she looked distressed.

When they cook, they only use a tiny bit of lard, just the amount Song Zhili just used, enough for them to eat for more than ten days.

If Li Shi and Hu Cuicui knew this, they would be heartbroken. Ji Qingqing stood there blankly at the door watching Song Zhili stir-fry the vegetables. Then she saw Song Zhili take out four eggs and make a big bowl of egg drop soup.

When Ji Qingqing saw the two large platters of tiger meat on the table, she was completely dumbfounded. Her mother-in-law had specifically told her to cook less tiger meat when she came back earlier. Seeing the amount on the table, she was afraid that Song Zhili had cooked it all!

She was at a loss for words, but the meat smelled absolutely delicious!

"Sister-in-law, you're here. Perfect timing. Could you help me take those dishes to the table?"

Song Zhili pointed to the cooked dishes placed to the side, and Ji Qingqing stepped forward and carried all the dishes to the dining table in the main room.

Meanwhile, Song Qiqi and Song Ziyuan, who were in the courtyard, also smelled the fragrance coming from inside the house.

"Second Uncle, Auntie's cooking smells so good, can you smell it?"

"Ah."

Song Ziyuan nodded and responded softly. He couldn't help but swallow hard. The dish smelled so good. Did his little sister really make it?

Could it be that my younger sister learned to cook these past few years after getting married? Thinking of this, Song Ziyuan felt even more sorry for Song Zhili.

I wonder how Song Zhili has been living in the Gu family these past few years.

"Wow, it smells so good, Qiqi! What did your mother cook today? It smells amazing!"

When Song Zidong returned carrying a hoe, he smelled the enticing aroma as soon as he entered the courtyard. He thought that Ji Qingqing's cooking skills had improved again.

The others following behind Song Zidong also smelled the fragrance, and their eyes all turned to Song Qiqi, waiting for her answer.

"Hehe, Daddy, you're wrong. These were all cooked by Auntie. They smell so good, don't they?"

After Song Qiqi finished speaking, the expressions of the people standing at the door suddenly changed. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

At the very back, Song Ziming squeezed out from behind Song Zidong, saying, "I'm going to see what my sister cooked, it smells so good!"

They saw Song Ziming run towards the kitchen, while Song Zidong walked to Song Ziyuan's side and said helplessly, "Why didn't you stop your little sister from cooking?"

Thinking of the taste of the food that Song Daya used to cook, Song Zidong couldn't help but frown.

"I wanted to stop her, but my little sister insisted on cooking, so I couldn't do anything about it. Besides, the food she cooked this time smelled so good, so it must taste different from before."

Song Ziyuan shrugged helplessly, but didn't forget to offer an explanation for Song Zhili.

"You little rascal, what's wrong with your little sister cooking? You're complaining about it now. If you're going to complain, you won't be eating later."

Caught off guard, Song Zidong was tapped on the back of the head by Song Hai. He rubbed it in pain and looked at Song Hai with a wronged expression. "Grandpa, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that about my little sister."

After Song Zidong finished speaking, Li Shi and Hu Cuicui glared at him, and then they all headed towards the kitchen, while only Song Dashan stopped in front of him.

I really don't know what to say about you!

"Dad, I..."

Before Song Zidong could finish speaking, Song Dashan immediately put on a smiling face and walked towards the kitchen.

"Hey, big brother, you know perfectly well that Grandma and Grandpa love little sister the most. How can they be happy with what you're saying?"

"Oh, I was just saying it offhand."

"Let's go eat."

Song Ziyuan, leaning on his cane, limped towards the kitchen, with Song Zidong following behind him. Suddenly, he remembered something, glanced at the yard, and saw Song Qiqi still standing there.

He walked over again, picked up Song Qiqi, and carried her to the main room.

When he carried Song Qiqi into the house and saw the dishes on the table, his mouth gaped open in astonishment.

"Little sister, is it New Year's Day today? You've cooked such a lavish feast."

Song Zidong realized what he had said and subconsciously looked in the direction of Li Shi and Song Hai. When he saw their gazes fixed on him, he shrank back sheepishly.