The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Dad, you can make the rest of the snacks. The kitchen smells too strong. I'll sit with my daughter in the main room for a while. Oh, and you can start cooking the rice too. I'll cook in a bit."

He stabbed her again, watching the mother and daughter stroll out together so carefree, then looking at himself alone. Suddenly, he felt a pang of heartache for what was to come.

Spring has already arrived, so why does he still feel so cold?

When Song Feng arrived, Zhao had already prepared the meal, and Fang Xiaoning was munching on the rice crust.

"Dad, the rice is cooked really well today. The crispy rice crust is golden brown and smells amazing."

Hearing his daughter's praise, Fang Youcai's deeply wounded heart found some solace.

“Your mother said you’re very picky; you don’t like the crispy rice crust from frying, but you prefer the rice at the bottom of the pot when it’s simmering. I was extra careful when I was simmering the rice today, and I controlled the heat perfectly.”

Fang Xiaoning gave him a thumbs up, then broke off a piece of the rice crust, "Try it, it's incredibly fragrant and crispy."

Fang Youcai took it, took a big bite, and exclaimed, "It's so delicious!"

"Sis, what smells good? What smells good? We want some too!"

"Where have you two been? I haven't seen you for ages."

"I went to help my brother-in-law with some chores."

So diligent.

"Good boy/girl, here's a piece of rice crust for each of you as a reward."

lunch.

Fang Xiaoning and Song Feng each got one chicken leg, the two children shared the chicken wings, and Fang Youcai was gnawing on the chicken neck that Zhao Shi had given him, whimpering...

"Xiao Ning, is the chicken leg delicious?"

Fang Xiaoning, with a chicken leg in her mouth, looked at him and said, "Not bad."

"Dad, how about this chicken leg..."

Zhao glared at Fang Youcai.

"You eat, you eat. I don't like chicken legs, I just like gnawing on chicken necks."

Fang Xiaoning almost choked from laughing during the meal.

Dad, Mom really has me completely under her thumb these days.

After meal.

"Father, come here!"

Fang Xiaoning beckoned with her finger, and Fang Youcai ran over with a clatter.

She took out a small silver coin from her purse. "Tomorrow, I'll have Brother Shun bring you a roast chicken and a braised pork knuckle."

"My daughter is so thoughtful. I've never spoiled you for nothing."

"If you continue to behave well and treat your mother well, there will be a reward."

Fang Youcai shook his head vigorously, "No, no, this is already the best. Any better, and she'll be able to shit on my head." He was now thinking about how to assert his authority as a husband and couldn't let this woman continue to be so arrogant.

Fang Xiaoning: ...

Okay, it's really much better now. When I first transmigrated here, this man was so arrogant and selfish.

"Come on, Dad, the snacks are almost ready to eat. You should have a good taste."

"This pastry is full of oil, sugar, and sesame seeds. How much would it cost per pound?"

Fang Xiaoning mentally calculated the costs, "This is for wealthy families. It's sweet and soft, and children and the elderly will love it. Let's sell it for eighty coins per pound."

"At such a high price, who would buy it?"

"Some people might buy it just because it's expensive." Aren't most wealthy people the ones who only buy expensive things and not the ones that are suitable?

Fang Youcai curled his lip, "Is he burning money, or is he out of his mind?"

“They think that expensive is the best. Our pastries are positioned for high-end customers.” As he spoke, he continued to instruct Zhao Shi to help, “Mother, pour the pastries out onto the cutting board, cut them into pieces, preferably of uniform size.”

With a swift motion, Zhao cut the dough into dozens of pieces. She gave one piece to each of the father and daughter, and then took one for herself to taste. "This is delicious," she said. "It's soft, chewy, and a little crunchy, and the sesame seeds are very fragrant."

Fang Youcai had already eaten two pieces. "It tastes completely different from donkey rolls. Girl, what was this called again?"

"Sachima".

"Yes, Sachima, eighty coins. I reckon rich people will actually buy it to try it out."

"It's so expensive!"

“Things are valued for their rarity. Mother, I’ll take these back for Grandma and the others to try, and these for Tiezhu and Gou Dan. You can make some more this afternoon, and tomorrow Dad and Shunzi can go to town and let the shopkeeper try them to see if they want them.”

"Okay. I'll take you back."

"No need, it's not far, I'll walk back slowly."

How could Zhao be at ease? What if he bumped or fell? She wiped her hands and said, "Come on, I'll go with you."

When I got home, I saw Aunt Song feeding the pigs. Good heavens, she actually forgot about her mushrooms. Does pregnancy really make people stupid?

"You're back! Aunt Zhou just brought over half a basket of toon leaves. What are we having for dinner?"

"Stir-fried toon leaves with eggs, wrapped in a pancake, is delicious!"

"Okay, I'll go make pancakes."