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

Hearing what He Chengjing said, it would be a lie to say that Song Zhili was not moved. Even in modern times, if a woman cannot have children, she is very likely to be abandoned or divorced by the man.

Now she is in ancient times, where people value offspring very much, but she never expected that He Chengjing would be so indifferent.

Fortunately, she wasn't really infertile. Song Zhili felt that the topic was a bit heavy, so she thought for a moment, smelled the aroma of roast chicken coming from the kitchen, and changed the subject.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. By the way, Ah Jing, come here. Doesn't this roasted chicken smell good?"

Song Zhili brought out a roast chicken and placed it in front of He Chengjing, letting him smell it. Then, she took out disposable gloves from the cabinet, broke off a chicken leg, and held it to He Chengjing's mouth.

"Ah Jing, why don't you try this roast chicken and see how it tastes?"

Song Zhili originally planned to deliver the roast chicken to Granny Li, but she smelled the aroma of the roast chicken and became a little hungry. Since she already had a lotus leaf chicken, she decided to make another roast chicken for Granny Li tomorrow.

She decided to eat this one herself.

When He Chengjing saw the chicken leg that Song Zhili handed him and smelled the fragrant aroma of roasted chicken, he couldn't help but take a bite.

He chewed the chicken a few times carefully, then swallowed it and praised it.

"This roast chicken smells so good. It's the first time I've ever had such delicious roast chicken. Ali, your cooking skills are amazing."

Hearing He Chengjing's praise, Song Zhili smiled broadly.

She handed the chicken leg in her hand to He Chengjing, saying, "Then you eat this chicken leg, and I'll take the rest of the roast chicken out for Miaomiao and the others to try."

He Chengjing grabbed the chicken leg that Song Zhili handed him and finished it in a few bites. He then went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands before leaving the space with Song Zhili.

Song Zhili carried the fragrant roasted chicken into He Miaomiao's house and placed it on the table inside. She then came out and called out to the village chief's wife and Amei downstairs.

"Amei, Auntie, come up here quickly."

Song Zhili waved to the two of them, without explicitly stating why she wanted them to come up, fearing that if she did, they would be too embarrassed to come up.

When Amei and the village chief's wife heard Song Zhili call them upstairs, they put down what they were doing, went to the pool, washed their hands and dried themselves, and then walked upstairs together.

Song Zhili had been waiting for the two of them at the bottom of the stairs. When she saw them come up, she went up to them warmly and took Amei's arm.

"You've come at the right time. Come with me and try my roast chicken. It's delicious, especially you, Auntie. You should taste it carefully for me."

Let me know later if Grandma Li will like it.

After hearing what Song Zhili said, both the village chief's wife and Amei had big question marks on their heads.

In such a short time, Song Zhili was able to roast the chicken? And the two of them had been in the yard the whole time, and they hadn't seen Song Zhili in the kitchen or go out. When did she roast the chicken?

Before the two could figure it out, Song Zhili half-pushed them into He Miaomiao's room.

Then Song Zhili stepped forward, broke off the other leg of the roast chicken, and handed it to the village chief's wife, "Auntie, try it and see how it tastes."

"Amei, come over here and break it off yourself to eat. I won't break it off for you."

After Song Zhili finished speaking to her with a smile, she noticed that the village chief's wife was staring at the chicken leg in her hand and had not yet taken it, so she handed the chicken leg forward again.

"Auntie, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and take it, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Oh, good."

The village chief's wife then realized what was happening and took the chicken leg from Song Zhili's hand. "Thank you, Miss Song."

Seeing the village chief's wife being so polite, Song Zhili smiled and looked on expectantly for her evaluation.

She was quite confident in her cooking skills, especially since the roast chicken would taste pretty good as long as it was marinated properly.

The village chief's wife smelled the aroma of the chicken leg in her hand and swallowed hard. She almost bit her tongue when she took the first bite. It was so delicious! She had never eaten such delicious chicken before.

The same thing happened to Amei. When He Miaomiao saw that Amei was staring at the roast chicken on the table and didn't dare to move for a long time, she simply broke off a chicken wing and handed it to Amei.

After thanking her, Amei took a bite of the chicken wing, her eyes widening in surprise as she exclaimed, "My God, Miss Song, this roast chicken you made is absolutely delicious! I've never eaten anything so good before!"

If Granny Li knew how delicious your roasted chicken was, she would definitely regret not accepting it from you last night.

Amei suddenly felt that Grandma Li was unlucky to have missed out on such delicious food.

Seeing their reactions, Song Zhili knew that she was almost certain of success.

"Amei, take this roast chicken and enjoy it with your aunt. I'll go see if Qingzhu is back yet. I'll make the other chicken into lotus leaf chicken and send it to Grandma Li later."

Song Zhili picked up the tray from the table and placed it in Amei's hands. Then she gave He Miaomiao a wink and they went into the room together.

Inside the house, Amei and the village chief's wife stared at each other, bewildered as they looked at the roasted chicken in Amei's hand.

Such delicious roast chicken, are we just going to give it to them like that?

“Mother, since Miss Song has given us this roast chicken, let’s take it down and let Father have a taste as well.”

When Amei saw Song Zhili and He Miaomiao go out and waited for a while without seeing them return, she suggested to the village chief's wife.

Although the village chief's wife felt a little embarrassed, and since Song Zhili and the others had already gone out and had said before leaving that she would give them the roast chicken, she could only nod.

"Alright, then take it down and let your father come over and have a taste. Come on, let's go down together."

Amei and the village chief's wife walked out of the house together, and before going downstairs, they closed the door to He Miaomiao's room.

Song Zhili then pulled He Miaomiao back into her room. Several hours had passed since she and He Chengjing were examining the space.

She roughly calculated the time and figured Qingzhu should be back soon, so she told He Chengjing.

Let He Chengjing take the two of them to the back mountain to meet them, since it seems difficult for Qingzhu to carry so much food by herself.

Thinking of this, Song Zhili went to Qingfeng's house and asked him to go and borrow a cart from the villagers.

Qingfeng nodded and went out to inquire if anyone had a cart that hadn't been used yet. A few minutes later, he pushed the cart over.

"Mistress, what do we need this cart for?"