The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Mother, we're leaving now!"

"It's getting dark, take your time and hurry for the train!"

"understood!"

When she turned around, Fang Youcai had already dragged his two sleepy sons into the house.

"Do you want to eat more?"

"Eat whatever you want, I'm tired."

Hey, you bastard!

Zhao: "Fang Youcai, get out here and start the fire!"

On the other side, after parking the mule cart, Shunzi said goodbye and went home. Tomorrow, he and Song Feng would have to go to town again to return the cart. After returning, he could start hibernating and wouldn't have to endure the cold wind for quite some time. Thinking about the New Year's goods he bought today, his steps became much lighter.

"Mom, Xiao Ning, you go and rest for a while. My aunt and I will cook. We'll call you when it's ready."

"No need to go to too much trouble, there are still dumplings outside. Cook some for everyone to eat and then go to sleep." Fang Xiaoning looked a little tired; her back ached from sitting in the mule cart for so long.

After returning from the county town, they had a complete break. After a day of rest, they began preparing for the New Year.

First, we make dumplings, steamed buns, and mantou. Starting from the first day of the Lunar New Year, we can't cook at home for many days. All the food and drinks have to be prepared now so we can just reheat them later.

In addition to pork dumplings, we also made some lamb dumplings, as well as dumplings with chives and eggs.

We made two kinds of steamed buns, vegetarian and meat, and also steamed 150 steamed breads. It took us two whole days to finish.

For dinner, Fang Xiaoning made a lamb bone and radish soup.

"The mutton soup is so delicious, it doesn't have any gamey smell at all."

"Yes, drinking a bowl of this warms up my stomach. Xiao Ning said it's good for your health, and it really is. Chunni, you and the child should drink more."

"Everyone, drink."

"Mom, let's start frying things tomorrow."

What are you frying?

"Meatballs, meatballs and radish balls, as well as chicken, crispy pork, fried ribs, fish pieces, sugar-coated glutinous rice cakes, sesame leaves, and fried dough twists."

"so much!"

"Fry a little of everything. It can be used as a dish when guests come over, or as a snack when you're bored."

"I'll prepare the filling tomorrow, and you and your sister-in-law will handle the deep-frying." She was worried that constantly facing the oil would cause morning sickness. "I'll prepare the seasonings in the small kitchen; it's too oily, and I'm afraid it will cause a reaction."

"Okay, you can adjust it, we'll take care of the frying."

Song Chunni has recently been quite discouraged. Her cooking skills are really not good; they can't compare to Xiao Ning's at all. She can only help out. As for seasoning, forget it.

"Little aunt, Mom, these meatballs are made by squeezing them out one by one by hand. Fry them until they turn golden brown, then take them out over low heat. If you fry them over high heat, the inside won't be cooked through, and the outside will be burnt."

"got it."

They had never fried these things before; no one would fry them because it was a waste of oil.

Deep frying only requires one pot; Su and Song Chunni, one tending the fire and the other frying, make it quick.

The children were all playing in the main room, tending the fire, and eating newly bought snacks, grinning from ear to ear. The happiest of all was Tiezhu, who had brought his younger brother to freeload. He knew his older sister's house must be comfortable, so he dragged his brother over early in the morning, ostensibly to play with Xiao Anzi and Dayong.

“Dirty!”

Wang Xiaolian saw some sunflower seed shells and peanut shells on the ground and squatted down to pick them up.

Seeing this, Da Yong hurriedly followed his sister to pick up the trash. Song An had also figured out his cousin's temperament these days, so he slowly squatted down to help pick it up.

"Tiezhu, Gou Dan, be careful when you eat, don't drop your food on the ground, your sister is very clean."

Tie Zhu and Gou Dan both knew that their younger sister wasn't quite right. They exchanged a glance, sighed, and resignedly began collecting the shells. What was frustrating was that Wang Xiaolian seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder; she wouldn't let a single crumb go to waste. She lay on the ground, meticulously crushing each tiny piece. What could the boys do but join in?

They'll bring a cloth bag tomorrow and see if any crumbs still fall out!

Song An and Wang Dayong even decided that from now on they would eat these things in their own room, hiding them so that their younger sister (cousin) wouldn't see them.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Xiaoning went inside to bring them meatballs and saw several people lying on the ground. What game were they playing?

"We were picking up peanut shells and some snack crumbs, and they fell on the ground," Wang Dayong quickly explained. He was afraid people would think his sister was fussy and would look down on her.

"puff!"

Seeing her younger brother's mournful face, Fang Xiaoning couldn't help but feel sad.

"They'll be gone in a minute if we sweep them up. Get up, everyone, wash your hands, and try some fried meatballs."

She only took one bowl, so each person would only have two or three pieces. There will be other things later!

"okay!"

[PS: My dear readers, could you recommend some books for me to read? Thank you so much!!! ( ? 3?)?( ? 3?)?]