The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Xiao Ning, just cook Feng Zi's portion. The three of us had some snacks on the way, so we're not hungry."

Fang Xiaoning glanced at her thin face, then at the child staring at the dumplings and swallowing hard, and didn't say anything, but her hand kept throwing dumplings.

"What are you saying? It's been so cold on the way here. Have something hot to warm yourself up. Didn't you see that the two kids' faces turned pale when they came in?"

Song Chunni really wanted to say that they were already young at home, and they looked quite good today.

The dumplings were almost cooked, so I quickly cracked in some eggs. Ah, that's one of the bad things about ancient times. One, two, or three people were all malnourished, especially those from poor families. Everyone went out looking like a skeleton.

Song Chunni looked at her, her eyelids twitching as she cracked an egg, the words on the tip of her tongue failing her. Fengzi's wife, at first glance, seemed decisive, capable, and also quite hands-on.

It's because they're capable and can earn money. If they didn't have money or confidence, which steward would dare to squander things like that? Yes, she knew that Fang Xiaoning was in charge of their household; Su Shi had told her about it last time. To be honest, she was a little envious of Fang Xiaoning. She was capable and competent. If they were any better off, who would be willing to treat their child so harshly? It's all because they're poor and have nothing!

"Brother Feng, tidy up the table and let's eat first."

Song Chunni pursed her lips, not uttering a word of refusal. She could tell that even if she said it, the child would still have to eat. She and her child had never eaten white flour dumplings in their lives. Today, thanks to her sister-in-law and niece-in-law, she and her child were able to enjoy this treat.

Wang Dayong blinked. Were there dumplings for him and his sister too? His cousin and his wife were so kind to them, giving them such delicious food. He would help them with more chores tomorrow.

He stood up, wanting to take the bowl, but Fang Xiaoning wouldn't give it to him; the porcelain bowl was very hot, and it wouldn't be good if he got burned.

"Go get the chopsticks, and have your cousin carry them. The bowl is too big, it'll be hot. Aunt, would you like some dipping sauce? And some garlic?"

"I want some, give me a clove of garlic," Song Feng chimed in. He loved eating garlic with dumplings; the more he ate, the more enthusiastic he became.

Fang Xiaoning still had some work to do, so she simply took two heads of garlic and told anyone who wanted some to peel them. Self-reliance leads to abundance.

"Don't you want to eat?"

Ms. Su shook her head. She was very full. She had eaten two bowls of rice that evening and was too full to sleep.

"Auntie, you all eat. We just ate. Xiao An, would you like some dumplings?"

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm not hungry."

"Then have an egg." Fang Xiaoning took a small bowl, gave her an egg and two dumplings, not more, as it's not good for her to have indigestion at night.

"Little sister, let it cool down before you eat, take your time." Looking at the plump white dumplings, Wang Dayong knew they would taste good, but he didn't know just how good they would be, because he had never eaten them before. If he could, he wanted to save his portion for his little sister to eat later.

Fang Xiaoning handed a spoon to the little girl, "Xiaolian, it's very hot inside, you need to blow on it more."

Song Chunni was somewhat touched. Fengzi's wife was a thoughtful woman who truly didn't dislike her daughter at all, and the same was true for everyone else.

"Little sister, let it cool down before you eat, take your time." Looking at the plump white dumplings, Wang Dayong knew they would taste good, but he didn't know just how good they would be, because he had never eaten them before. If he could, he wanted to save his portion for his little sister to eat later.

Wang Xiaolian picked up the spoon, blew on it a few times, took a small bite, blew on it a few more times, and took another bite. She ate very slowly, one small bite at a time, as if afraid of burning herself. But in the end, the dumpling in the spoon had gone cold, and she was still blowing on it a few times before taking a small bite...

Wang Dayong and his mother carefully picked up a dumpling. Taking a small bite, their mouths were filled with the aroma of wheat, soft and delicate, without any harshness. Another bite revealed the filling; the broth filled their mouths. Wang Dayong's eyes widened. This was so delicious! He could almost taste meat inside, even more fragrant than the stew his mother had made yesterday.

The two children lowered their heads and ate the dumplings in their bowls with utmost seriousness. As Song Chunni ate, tears dripped into her soup bowl. Afraid of being seen, she dared not look up.

Fang Xiaoning, with her sharp eyes, spotted the tear rolling down her cheek. Sigh, they're all pitiful people!

"Xiao Ning, these dumplings are really delicious!"

"Absolutely, Xiao Ning is such a good cook, everything she makes tastes delicious. She even made the filling, it's cabbage and pork. Hurry up and eat, there's more in the pot after you finish."

Song Feng had finished his first bowl, so he got up and got a second one. Fang Xiaoning and Madam Su had finished their work; they were both tired after a long day and wanted to rest after they finished eating.

After finishing one bowl, Su refused to eat a second one, as did the two children. They probably had small stomachs from hunger. Wang Xiaolian only ate more than half a bowl, while Wang Dayong finished his dumplings and left half a bowl of dumpling soup before letting out a loud burp.

"Just eat until you're full, it's okay if there's any left over. Don't overeat, or you won't sleep well at night." There's no digestive medicine at home, and it would be troublesome if you felt unwell.

Fang Xiaoning scooped up the remaining dumplings, covered them with a bowl, and planned to steam them tomorrow so they could be eaten as steamed dumplings.

"Auntie, I've tidied up your room. Xiao An and Dayong will sleep together, and you and Xiao Lian can share a room, is that alright?"

"Sure, sure. I brought my bedding too; it's on the mule cart."

In the village, no family had an extra quilt, and she understood that.