The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

After finishing the meal, Su rushed to wash the dishes, while she went to the kitchen to wash her face.

As for Song Feng, he went straight up the mountain.

Making liangpi (cold skin noodles) is a slow process. First, knead flour with salt into a dough and let it rest. Then, put the dough in clean water and knead it repeatedly, washing and washing until the dough in your hands develops gluten. After washing, let the resulting starch settle aside.

Su woke up from her afternoon nap, and Song An also got up and slowly chopped firewood in the yard.

"Mom, help me start the fire while I render lard. We also need to make soup later. We'll have bone broth for dinner."

"Hey, good!"

"Brother Feng, go to the field and pick a couple of cucumbers, a cabbage, some cilantro, and some chili peppers."

"it is good!"

His wife was going to render lard; they'd have cracklings for dinner tonight. Just thinking about the crispy cracklings made his mouth water.

Song An, who was chopping wood, would occasionally glance at the kitchen.

Gradually, the aroma of cooking oil residue filled the entire courtyard, and the workers became somewhat distracted.

Five catties of pork fat were rendered into a jar of lard. Fang Xiaoning sprinkled a little salt, stir-fried the remaining cracklings, popped one into her mouth, and exclaimed, "So delicious!" She then popped another into Su's mouth, asking, "Is it good?"

"good to eat!"

Fang Xiaoning stuffed another piece into her mouth, then divided the pork cracklings into two portions: one for her to eat now, and the other for her to make cabbage and pork crackling dumplings tomorrow.

She grabbed a small handful and gave it to Su Shi, then took a handful for herself, and the rest was for her two brothers. Don't blame her for not thinking of her parents when she had good things; it's just that her father was incredibly difficult to deal with. Like a cat stealing fish, he'd come and rub against her every day if he smelled anything delicious—it was so annoying. Right now, she only wanted to earn money; she didn't have the time to argue with him every day about food.

"Brother Feng, Xiao An, this is for you. Eat it while it's hot, it'll taste even better!"

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Fang Xiaoning raised an eyebrow; a meal was all it took to win over the little brat.

She can't rest after eating the pork cracklings; she still has to stew bone broth and steam cold noodles. She's very busy.

"Is the gong ready yet?"

"Okay, three, is that enough?"

"That's enough, it's really well done!" Fang Xiaoning looked at the gong in her hand. This person's craftsmanship is really good. Just tell him what to do and he can make a decent-looking one.

His wife praised him, and Song Feng grinned foolishly.

Chop the bones into pieces and simmer them in an earthenware pot. There's oil in the big pot; we can't waste it, we'll use it to stir-fry eggplant later. She's steaming cold noodles in another pot.

This family was dirt poor, yet they had two large iron pots.

"Mom, why do we have so many pots and pans?"

“The old hunter in our village took pity on us and left us all his belongings when he died. Fengzi buried him and sweeps his grave every year.”

Oh, so this is about exchanging what you have in life for what you will have in death!

After the water in the pot boiled, she picked up the water that had been left to stand for washing her face, poured off the clear water on top, leaving the thick dough at the bottom, and stirred it well.

Brush a layer of lard onto the gong, pour in a layer of batter, put it in the pot, and cover it with a lid.

The dough is thin and cooks in three minutes. Once cooked, carefully tear the dough into pieces, place them on a steamer rack, brush with oil again, and steam the dough.

Wow, it's so clear!

Fang Xiaoning wasn't really satisfied; the noodles here weren't very fine, they were a bit coarse, and not very white.

She only made half a jin of flour today, which is about four sheets of cold noodles. For dinner, it's bone broth with cold noodles; if that's not enough, she'll add a cornbread.

Unexpectedly, half a jin of flour allowed her to make 5 sheets of cold noodles. That means one jin of flour makes 10 sheets, the flour costs 35 wen, the cost is 3.5 wen, plus side dishes, oil, and labor, one serving should sell for at least 8 wen.

The eggplants here are the round, green kind, and she thinks they taste better than the purple eggplants she used to eat.

Shred the cucumber and cabbage and stir-fry them briefly.

The most important ingredient is chili peppers, fresh chili peppers, chopped into small pieces, sugar, soybean paste, nothing else. She just stir-fries them, adds a lot of oil, and a little water to make a simple chili sauce.

"This chili pepper is both fragrant and pungent."

"Hmm, it's definitely going to be very spicy, Mom. Add less later."

Mrs. Su nodded. She was also curious about how good the translucent cold noodles would taste, given how much her daughter-in-law had spent the afternoon preparing them.

Cut the cold noodles into strips, add the side dishes, and add chili sauce as you like.

It was hot, so everyone ate out. Song Feng moved the table out and placed it under the big tree, and Song An went in to help carry the bowls.

Fang Xiaoning noticed that Xiao An's leg was only slightly lame; the problem was probably with her right foot, but it didn't affect her daily life.

Perhaps because he doesn't go out much, his skin is very pale, with an unnatural bluish tinge.

This child is very guarded and cares a lot about what others think. He never goes anywhere except the yard. His mother-in-law and Song Feng are also overprotective of him. He stays indoors all day and eats poorly; it's no wonder his health is poor.

"Stir the ingredients together. This chili pepper will make it taste even better, but it's a bit spicy. If you can't handle spice, add less."

Fang Xiaoning loves spicy food but can't handle too much spice. She added some chili sauce, mixed the cold noodles, and took a bite.

At first bite, it has a smooth texture and chewy noodles, but upon closer inspection, it's actually a bit rough. There's no way around it, the noodles aren't thin enough.

There was no vinegar at home, only chili peppers. Without the sourness, it lacked a bit of flavor.

The sauce was rich in garlic flavor thanks to the addition of minced garlic. The side dishes were also delicious; the cucumber shreds were crisp and sweet, and the combination of eggplant and cabbage was just right.

She gave this cold noodle dish a score of 70 out of 100.

"It's so smooth, delicious, and looks beautiful. Xiao Ning, how come you're such a good cook? You've even made the dough into something beautiful. This is the first time in my entire life I've ever seen or eaten cold noodles like this."

"Hey, isn't this just something I came up with because I'm greedy and have no idea? What do you guys think of it? Is it worth selling?"

It's definitely worth selling. Even with its shortcomings, it's still better than the snack stalls in town.

"good to eat!"

“I think it’s okay!” Song Feng finished a bowl in a few bites. Fang Xiaoning handed him another bowl, but he didn’t take it.

It's made with thin noodles, how could he possibly finish two bowls in one go?

"Xiao Ning, what's this?"

"Gluten is the leftover dough from making liangpi (cold skin noodles)."

"The texture is very unique, and it tastes especially delicious."

"Is this there?" Song Feng hadn't noticed it at all.

"You were like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit, you didn't even taste it. Alright, here, take this bowl, don't refuse. Eat slowly this time, we need to make money from this, give me some advice."

Who is Zhu Bajie, and what is the ginseng fruit? Is it food for immortals?

Song Feng accepted it sheepishly, but this time, he didn't dare to swallow it in large gulps.

"Xiao Ning, with so many ingredients, how much are you planning to sell a bowl for?"