Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

evening.

Light snow began to fall.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly inside the room.

King Liang, who was starving, finally got his delicious feast.

I could smell the fragrance wafting in from outside from afar.

He couldn't wait any longer. "Fuqing Fude, quickly help me up."

When he sat up and saw the delicious food the maids brought in, he was dumbfounded.

"What...what are all these? Is this all you've given me to eat?"

Cui Xingzhou carried Jiang Miaomiao into the house and personally picked up a fried chicken leg and placed it in front of Liang Wang.

"Uncle, this is fried chicken, a new dish in the household. Does it smell delicious?"

The moment King Liang smelled the aroma, his stomach rumbled with hunger, and he swallowed hard.

But he still held back.

Although Choi Myung-joo wouldn't poison him, she might feed him some random, unpredictable things.

If that's the case, I'd rather starve than eat.

Although Cui Xingzhou didn't know why Xiao Miaomiao insisted on feeding the Prince of Liang these delicious dishes, and even made him eat five meals a day.

But as she instructed, the chef prepared the dishes and introduced them to King Liang.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't dare to eat it.

"Uncle, this is called fried chicken. It's made by rubbing chicken legs with spices, coating them in flour, and then deep-frying them in oil. You can eat it without worry."

"This is called 'happy fat man's drink'... oh no... it's milk tea, made by boiling tea leaves and rock sugar in milk..."

"This is called Dasu meat..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Miaomiao had already picked up a fried chicken and stuffed it into her mouth.

They ate with great relish.

One bite and you'll find fresh, tender, white chicken meat oozing out, piping hot.

It makes your mouth water.

When children eat, it always seems delicious.

Seeing this, the King of Liang no longer had any doubts.

If there's something wrong with the food, why would this little brat eat it?

Moreover, judging from the oil and sesame seeds on his nephew's lips, he probably ate them before they were served.

He picked up the fried chicken and, without caring about his image, began to wolf it down.

Having grown accustomed to delicacies, and now hungry, these new things were simply heavenly treats to him.

"Hiccup...hiccup..."

Jiang Miaomiao was so full that she started burping.

Looking at her round little belly, she didn't dare to eat anymore.

Aside from fried chicken, she didn't dare touch anything else, as they were all too high in calories.

Needless to say, braised pork knuckle and braised pork belly are also excellent choices.

Nadasu meat, also known as crispy pork, is made by coating large pieces of fatty pork with egg and deep-frying them.

One bite and it's juicy, crispy, and delicious—it's incredibly tasty!

And then there's that "happy fat man's water," made by stir-frying tea leaves and sugar until they turn caramel color, then adding milk.

She also asked the chef to add double the amount of sugar.

She discovered that the cakes and pastries prepared by Princess Liang were so sweet they were cloying, but the princess didn't like them.

That could only have been prepared for the King of Liang.

The chef also added winter plum blossom juice, making it fragrant and delicious. A cup of milk tea in winter is incredibly comforting.

Later, we also added osmanthus, rose, jasmine, and other flavors to his food to vary the taste...

I guarantee he'll never get tired of drinking it, no matter how many days he drinks it.

Watching the Prince of Liang eat with relish, Cui Xingzhou and Fude Fuqing, standing to the side, were both swallowing their saliva and licking their lips.

However, Cui Xingzhou dared not eat anymore, because he saw that Xiao Miaomiao was only eating chicken legs and not anything else.

I had a feeling the little guy was up to something naughty.

Especially that "happy fat man water," which contains tea, milk, and flower juice.

It smells cloyingly sweet. It would be better without so much rock honey, but with all that, it's so cloyingly sweet that only King Liang could stomach it.

Sure enough, his uncle was seen eating fried chicken and drinking soda with great relish.

The brothers Fude and Fuqing swallowed hard as they served the King of Liang.

Jiang Miaomiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she walked to the small table, looked at the few remaining fried chickens on the plate, picked up the two largest ones, and handed them to them.

"You guys eat, it's delicious..."

Good things taste better when everyone's vying for them.

Fude and Fuqing exchanged a glance, hesitant to accept the offer.

"You little thing, how can you give my things to a lowly servant? You are not allowed to give them to him!" King Liang said displeasedly.

He hasn't had enough yet, how can he give it to others?

Moreover, if you're going to reward him, you can only reward him with what he can't finish eating; this fried chicken isn't even enough for him.

Jiang Miaomiao blinked her big eyes at him, smiling and showing her teeth.

Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the chicken leg, handing it to King Liang, saying, "Here...you eat."

King Liang stared wide-eyed at the two chicken legs that had been licked.

My jaw almost dropped to the ground.

How could the King of Liang, a man of such high status, eat food that someone else had licked?

My head hurts!

"How dare you! You little brat, how could you..."

Jiang Miaomiao was unhappy. There were little things here and there. Did she not have a name?

Looks like I need to teach him a lesson in how to behave.

He put the chicken leg she had licked into a plate and took the plate away with it.

He placed the dish in front of Fude Fuqing and asked, "I've already licked it, do you find it offensive?"

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it."

Fude Fuqing waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "What's there to complain about when a little kid has already eaten something?"

But I still didn't dare to accept it.

"Then, my arm got tired." Jiang Miaomiao raised her head, holding the plate.

My hands and neck are sore.

Cui Xingzhou was completely stunned, suppressing his laughter.

Little Miaomiao has quite a temper!

He nodded to Fude Fuqing, "You may accept this as a gift from the young lady."

The two quickly accepted the gift and bowed to Jiang Miaomiao, saying, "Thank you for your generous gift, Miss!"

Jiang Miaomiao was satisfied and took Cui Xingzhou's handkerchief to wipe herself.

"That belongs to me! How dare you eat it? Give it back right now!" King Liang stretched out his hand, his eyes wide with anger.

A prince, a mere child, had his food taken away from him.

The two lowly slaves were still in front of him, eating his food...

How dare they!

"Cui Xingzhou, aren't you going to do anything about this? Are the servants in the Cui household really this unruly?"

Cui Xingzhou looked helpless. "Uncle, I forgot to tell you, this fried chicken was made by Miaomiao. It's made with chickens raised in her yard. Whether or not we get to eat it is entirely up to her. You're just getting a free meal..."

He wasn't lying; the chicken they ate was given to them by Aunt Lu.

The house that Uncle gave us, with its large garden, was used by Aunt Lu and Aunt Xiuxiu to grow vegetables, raise chickens, and raise sheep.

They would send it to the Cui family every one or two days.

Isn't that just freeloading?

King Liang opened his mouth, but a mouthful of blood choked him, and he was so angry that he almost fell off the bed.

He, the dignified Prince Liang of Daqing, had actually fallen so low as to beg for food from two young children.

It's simply a horror of slipping the world!

Cui Xingzhou quickly stepped forward to support Liang Wang, "Uncle, did you upset Miaomiao? She is the apple of your uncle and aunt's eye. In the Cui family, everyone treats her like a treasure!"

King Liang: "..."

A pearl in the palm of one's hand?

King Liang clutched his chest.

How dare a mere child bully him like this...

Cui Xingzhou patted Jiang Miaomiao's little pigtails, "Miaomiao, tell your uncle, what did he do wrong?"

"Hmph! My name is Jiang Miaomiao, not 'little thing'." Jiang Miaomiao pouted, looking both cute and fierce.

King Liang was so angry that he fell backward, and in his anger, his wound started bleeding again.

It is said that women and children are the most difficult to raise, and perhaps we should also add a young child to that list.

This little thing must be here to bring him down...