The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

We really came to the right place today! Xiao Anzi told us they'd had dumplings, steamed buns, and even mutton soup these past few days—it made his and his brother's mouths water! We thought we'd missed out and could only scrape by with some snacks, but look what they have!

When I get home, I'll tell my dad how much I'm craving it.

Hehe, Dad is being dragged around the house by Mom to do a big clean!

Wang Xiaolian refused to wash her hands because the floor wasn't clean. Helpless, Fang Xiaoning directed several children to sweep it up thoroughly before everyone washed their hands.

"Fried meatballs are delicious!"

"It's crispy on the outside and has meat inside."

"There are just too few, only a handful, not enough to eat."

"There will be other delicious food later, so eat less snacks, or you won't be able to eat lunch."

"Okay, sister-in-law (cousin)."

In the morning, I fried meatballs and vegetable balls, 30 jin of each. For lunch, we had meatball and cabbage soup and steamed buns.

"After you've eaten, go take a nap. When you wake up, you'll have fried chicken."

In the morning, Song Feng cleaned eight chickens, spending most of his time plucking their feathers. In the afternoon, he still had to clean the chicken intestines. Xiao Ning said that once they were cleaned, they would stir-fry spicy chicken giblets for dinner.

He firmly believed that nothing that could be eaten should be wasted.

The aroma of fried chicken was irresistible; the children playing in the main room could smell the fragrance wafting from the kitchen.

"What delicious food did your sister-in-law cook this time?"

"Let's go and see."

Several children couldn't wait and rushed into the kitchen.

"Mom, what's frying in the pot? It smells so good." They couldn't see clearly because it was covered in flour.

"You guys have such good noses, there's fried chicken inside. Wait a bit, I'll bring it over to you as soon as it's done frying." Eight big, fat chickens, cut into pieces, coated in flour, in a huge bowl.

The chicken needs to be fried slowly over low heat. I specially opened two pots this afternoon. Xiao Ning said that after frying the chicken, there will be spare ribs and a dish called "Ma Yezi" (麻叶子).

The first batch of fried chicken was devoured by the whole family, with each person sharing a piece.

The food is best when it's fresh out of the pot. We made a big bowl of the second batch and put it in the main room for the children to eat slowly.

Sesame leaves and spare ribs were taken out of the pot one after another and fried until dark. The children ate happily all afternoon and were not hungry at all. The people in the kitchen, who had been smelling the fumes all day, were also full of the smell.

In the evening, all they wanted was some porridge.

When Tiezhu and Gou Dan went home, they brought a bowl of fried chicken, a bowl of pork ribs, and a bag of hemp leaves. The older sister said that as long as the bag was tied tightly, the leaves would stay crispy no matter when they ate them, and they could eat them slowly.

"Mom, we're back! Big sister brought you some delicious food!"

Fang Youcai peeked in with a rag, "What's delicious? It smells amazing as soon as I got back!"

"Fried chicken, and lots of meat too!"

"You gluttons, Tiezhu, you're not allowed to go there tomorrow!"

In the past, it wasn't enough for them to eat it all themselves; they would bring it back with them. What kind of behavior was that?

"Big Sister told us to go again tomorrow, she said there will be even better food tomorrow!" Gou Dan insisted. Big Sister's cooking is so delicious, how could he not go?

Fang Youcai couldn't go, so he could only tell his son, "Then remember to bring some back for your father."

"Ok!"

"Don't mind your dad, just eat something. Your eldest sister's family isn't doing well either. When you go over there, if you see any work, you have to help out, understand?"

"My older sister said that our job is to play with Xiao An and the others and eat more."

Fang Youcai was green with envy. Why didn't he get a share of such a good thing?

Zhao:......

Fang Youcai picked up a piece of chicken and exclaimed, "Wow, Mom, let's have some fried chicken too! You should try it, it's so delicious!"

Zhao picked up a piece and said, "It's full of meat and oil, and it looks like it's been marinated. How could it not be delicious? You work hard for another year, and next year, if you work even harder to earn money, I'll fry chicken for you for the New Year."

Fang Youcai: ...

If Fang Xiaoning were here, she would definitely applaud Zhao Shi; her cowardly mother is now actually making empty promises to her cheap father.

"I'd rather enjoy the blessings of having a daughter."

Hmph, even enjoying the blessings of having a daughter comes with its own rewards. Xiao Ning is absolutely right. Don't be polite to him; if you take a step back, he'll take a step forward. She keeps moving forward, and he keeps retreating. These past few months have been unimaginable; her child's father could be this diligent. Before, she was the one who made the mistake.

The next day, the family, who were frying fish, heard a knock on the door in the yard. Her brother had already arrived, so who was it this time?

"Go open the door, my hands are covered in flour." She was kneading dough to make twisted dough sticks.

"to make."

Song Feng washed his hands and went out to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, there were uninvited guests: Old Master Song and his two sons, Song the Eldest and Song the Second.