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

"Hmm, I do have that idea. I'll cook this fish in a bit, and you and Dad can try it and see how it tastes."

After Song Zhili finished speaking, Hu Cuicui's expression became very strange. She really couldn't imagine what Song Zhili would cook these fish into.

Song Zhili, of course, had no idea what Hu Cuicui was thinking. She skillfully took the fish out of the bucket, placed it on the cutting board, and tapped the fish's head a few times with a knife.

After the fish was killed, she quickly scraped off its scales with a knife, then gutted it and cleaned out its internal organs.

Her smooth and effortless movements left Hu Cuicui completely dumbfounded, her mouth slightly agape.

She really couldn't imagine what Song Daya had gone through after marrying into the Gu family.

"Mother, if you have nothing else to do, have Ziming go to that stream and catch a few more fish. Oh, and while he's at it, pick some vegetables from the garden too."

"Oh...oh, okay."

Hu Cuicui responded and then left the kitchen. She went to the yard and spoke with Song Ziming.

Song Ziming carried a bucket, while she carried a basket; the two walked out together.

Song Zhili planned to make braised fish. She asked Song Ziming to catch another fish because she remembered that Song Qiqi had been rescued by He Chengjing. She planned to make another fish for him and take it back, and also retrieve the bowl from last time.

She still had quite a few meat buns left, so instead of steaming rice at noon, she took the buns out and put them in the back pot to steam.

About half an hour later, Song Ziming returned carrying a bucket of water. He carried the bucket directly to the kitchen, tilted his head back, and pointed at the bucket with a proud expression.

"Sis, do you think these fish are enough? Do you need me to go catch some more from the river?"

Song Zhili went over and took a look, and saw that there were four or five fish in the bucket that were about the same size as the previous one.

She couldn't help but give Song Ziming a thumbs up, "You're amazing! You caught so many fish in such a short time. You'd better eat a lot later."

Although Song Ziming didn't understand the meaning of Song Zhili's gesture, his face flushed red when he heard Song Zhili praising him.

"it is good."

She gave a shy reply and left the kitchen.

Seeing Song Ziming leave, Song Zhili took another fish out of the wooden bucket, quickly cleaned it up as before, and started cooking.

Then she made a plate of scrambled eggs with scallions. When the dishes were almost done, she ladled out a bowl of pork bone broth, put it in the basket, covered it with a plate, and then put some scrambled eggs and the plate of braised fish into the basket.

She wrapped two more meat buns in oil paper and put them in the basket as well.

"Mother, the food is ready. You and sister-in-law can take it out in a bit. I made an extra portion to send to He Chengjing to thank him for saving Qiqi."

"Husband, you go and help Mother serve the food. My little sister and I will go together."

When Ji Qingqing heard Song Zhili say that she was going to thank He Chengjing, she put down what she was doing and chased after Song Zhili.

She really wanted to thank He Chengjing, after all, he had saved her daughter.

And so, Song Zili and Ji Qingqing headed towards the foot of the mountain together. When they arrived at the house, the door opened on its own before she could even knock.

He Chengjing saw them coming from afar, so he timed it perfectly and opened the door just as they were about to arrive.

"He Chengjing, what a coincidence, are you going out?"

Seeing that he seemed about to leave, Ji Qingqing spoke first to ask him.

"Um, is there something you need?"

He Chengjing responded casually, his gaze fixed on the basket in Song Zhili's hands, from which a fragrant aroma was already wafting.

He couldn't help but swallow.

"It's like this, you saved my Qiqi before, and my little sister cooked some food to thank you. Our family doesn't have much to offer as a token of our gratitude, so we hope you won't find it too much."

"Yes, here you go."

Song Zhili also raised the basket and handed it to He Chengjing.

He Chengjing had been eager to take the basket, but he pretended to be indifferent and slowly took the basket from her hands.

Ever since he ate Song Zhili's tiger meat last time, he has basically lost interest in other foods.

When he eats other foods, he always feels like he's chewing wax; they taste bland and tasteless.

He longed to find an opportunity to have Song Zhili prepare some food for him again, but the right moment never came.

Just today, he accidentally found Song Qiqi unconscious in the back mountain. He recognized her as Song Zhili's little niece.

Without saying a word, he went forward, picked up Song Qiqi, and took her back.

He figured that Song Zhili had brought some food when she came to thank him last time, and he figured it would be the same this time, so he had been waiting at home since morning.

He waited for a long time but Song Zhili didn't come. He thought they weren't coming at all. He had seen Song Zhili and the others from afar, and noticed that she was carrying a basket.

He guessed that the basket must contain food for him.

Just as he expected, there really was food inside. He wondered what she had done this time, and he was now eager to open it and take a look.

"Oh, right, give me back the bowl I brought you last time. We don't have many bowls at home."

Song Zhili turned to leave, but suddenly remembered the bowl she had brought him last time, so she turned back to talk to him.

As she turned her head, she happened to see He Chengjing peeking at the food in the basket, and she couldn't help but find it a little funny.

In the end, she pretended not to have seen anything and waited for him to bring the bowl over.

"Ahem, wait here for a moment, I'll go get it right away."

He Chengjing coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, then turned around and went back into the house, where he took out a basket.

"I'll personally return this to you after I finish eating, so you don't need to make the trip again."

Before Song Zhili could speak after taking the basket, Ji Qingqing spoke first.

"No need, no need. After you finish eating, I'll have my husband come and get it. You don't need to make a special trip."

Ji Qingqing just felt it was a bit of a hassle for them, so she asked them to deliver it personally.

Song Zhili also thought it was feasible, and she nodded in agreement.

"Hmm, I think that's feasible. I'll have my older brother come and pick it up when the time comes."

Hearing that they had already said so, he could only nod.

Seeing them leave, He Chengjing carried the basket to the table, took out all the dishes inside, and opened the plates.

He frowned when he saw that there was also a fish in the dish.

There was even fish; I wonder what it tasted like.

With a try-it-out mentality, he picked up the chopsticks, took a small piece of fish, and put it in his mouth.

The moment the fish entered his mouth, his brow gradually relaxed.

This fish was cooked quite well.