The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The next day, after Fang Xiaoning and Su Shi had made arrangements, Song Feng, carrying gifts, took her to the Fang family early in the morning.

"You're here! Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten, Mom. I have something to do at the construction site, so I have to go now! I'll come over for lunch."

"Go on, go on! Come back early at noon, I'll make you some chicken soup!"

"Ai!"

Fang Youcai sneered. His wife was really hypocritical these days. She was making chicken soup for her daughter, but she insisted that it was for her son-in-law.

Women are just like that—saying one thing and meaning another.

Before, when I adored him, I couldn't drive him away even if I beat him, and I would save all the good food for him. Now that I can earn money myself, and he's old and faded, I hope he doesn't change his mind too quickly.

Not only did they make him work every day, but they also scolded him all night last night, saying he was full of faults and shortcomings, and that he was even affecting their son and daughter.

I was nagging him this morning that since our daughter was here, he wasn't allowed to take the vegetables from her.

Is he living a human life now?

But his daughter's dream is exactly the life he's always wanted. When will he be able to live a life where someone helps him walk, someone serves him food, and he can eat whatever he wants?

Fang Xiaoning felt that her cheap father's gaze was unusually intense today. What was he planning to do with her now?

Be careful today, don't fall into his trap.

"Mom, let's go to the kitchen."

"I'm going too, I'm going too! I'm going to make donkey rolls. You two are busy with your own things, don't pay any attention to me."

Wow, this person has become much more motivated these days!

"Mom, crack nine eggs into the bowl."

Zhao did as instructed.

"Three eggs make half a pound of flour, so nine eggs make one and a half pounds of flour. Knead them into a smooth dough."

Zhao continued.

After kneading it, "Mom, put the lid on, we'll talk again in fifteen minutes."

Zhao didn't rest; she and Fang Youcai started making pastries together.

Fifteen minutes later, "Mom, roll out the dough like you would dumpling wrappers, but make it a little thicker."

"it is good."

This was the first time Fang Youcai had seen his daughter teaching his wife how to make pastries, and he found it incredibly fascinating.

"Sprinkle some flour on the dough, cut the dough into pieces this size. Then stack them up and cut them into short noodles."

Zhao had cooked all her life and had excellent knife skills, cutting noodles to a uniform size.

"Sprinkle some more flour and separate the noodles. Heat the oil in a pan, Dad, you go and start the fire, remember, it must be a low flame."

"Ai!"

After the oil in the pan is heated, "Mom, throw it in and fry it." The dough has rested, so it will expand a bit when it's thrown in to fry.

"Okay, take it out. Pour the oil into the basin."

"Mother, the last step is to add a little water and brown sugar to make syrup."

Zhao had learned this before and could also do it.

Seeing that the syrup was almost ready, Fang Xiaoning opened the honey she had brought herself.

"Mom, keep stirring. Put the fried noodles in and stir-fry them, making sure each noodle is coated with syrup. Dad, turn off the heat."

Fang Xiaoning took matters into her own hands and sprinkled sesame seeds into the pan.

"Pour it into this bowl."

Zhao did as instructed.

"Mom, press it down, flatten it, compact it."

Zhao took the shovel and started pressing.

"Mom, actually, besides sprinkling sesame seeds, you could also sprinkle dried fruit and raisins. You can make different flavors and just add a little extra price. You can also add dried, chopped wild fruits from the mountains."

"Okay, what's this dessert called?"

"Sachima. Once it cools down, cut it into small pieces and it's ready to eat."

"Girl, how do you think your brain works? How can you come up with so many novel and interesting things?"

Fang Youcai was utterly baffled. How could he and Zhao have produced such a clever daughter? Could it really be inherited from him? Was he really this quick-witted?

Good heavens, if that's true, he was wasted by his father. If his father had nurtured him back then, he might have achieved great success by now.

"I probably love to eat, just like my dad."

Right, right? Just like him, her daughter admitted it.

No, why would I do the same thing as him?

Fang Youcai stuck out his little finger and picked at the earwax in his ear. "What did you just say?"

"I said I love to eat, just like Dad! It's just that I'm smarter than Dad; I can eat a lot and I can cook too," Fang Xiaoning said in one breath, without pausing. She was indeed smarter than all of them; they had to admit that.

Fang Youcai was hurt; his heart ached terribly. Why was his precious daughter always leaking air?