The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Liangpi, refreshing and delicious liangpi!"

As the shouts rang out, a large group of people gathered around.

"Why are there so many people? Is it really that delicious?"

They were curious, extremely curious, about what smelled so good that so many people were crowding in.

"Shall we buy a bowl and try it together?" A bowl costs 8 coins. How dare this couple sell it for such an exorbitant price? They definitely wouldn't agree to buy a bowl, but if everyone each pays one coin to try it, they can barely accept it.

But the smell of this food is really strong. Even though they were quite a distance away, they could still smell the aroma. What did they add to it?

"Why buy anything? Didn't you hear Ning say that we can try some? Let's go and have one to try." We can buy a big steamed bun with the money we save.

"We can still try it? Come on, let's squeeze in and have a taste!"

Fang Xiaoning chopped and mixed the cold noodles, while Song Feng ladled them into a bowl, stirred them, and collected the money. The two of them were incredibly busy, their hands and feet never stopping.

"Ning girl, can we try some of your cold noodles?" a village woman asked softly. She had heard about trying some a couple of days ago, so she must be right.

Fang Xiaoning looked up and saw that they were from her village. There were quite a few people, about ten or so. She picked up the bowl of cold noodles that was still half full and grabbed a handful of small skewers. "Auntie, take this and try it. Remember to give me the bowl later!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The woman happily accepted it. The aroma was already noticeable outside, but now that she was closer, it was even stronger, especially the chili pepper flavor, which was particularly intense.

She held her bowl, while the others left the stall, found a spot, and started eating.

There aren't many, just one or two per person, but there are quite a few side dishes inside.

Upon tasting it, the women, who had initially thought the city folks were uncultured, looked at each other, realizing they couldn't replicate the flavor. And the cold noodles—so translucent and beautiful, with a wonderfully chewy texture. They were so pleasantly shiny. After finishing one, they wanted more, and even after the bowl was completely empty, they were still wanting more.

"The Su family's cooking is truly excellent!"

"Yes, I'd never heard of her having this skill before."

Have we talked to her before?

"That's true. She was tormented after marrying into the Song family. All she did was work and work, and she never spoke. After Song Lao Er died, her health deteriorated. She hasn't left the courtyard in years. Who among us knows her well?"

"What a pity, such good skills have been wasted for so long."

"It's probably because Xiao Ning brought some money with her when she married into the family, which gave her the capital to start a small business."

"Ning is indeed a good family girl. However, the Song family's hard times are finally over. With such a good business, they're bound to make money."

"We should still find some time to chat with Mrs. Su and learn how to cook from her."

"Yes, yes! We need to learn from them properly!"

The women, chatting animatedly, smiled knowingly. They knew they couldn't make the dish in their bowls. But there were people in the village who could.

In Zaoshu Village, apart from a few well-off families, most others were struggling. However, things were much better than Song Feng's family had been. At least, no one in the family was sick. Medicine was so expensive these days, and the fact that Song Feng could supply Su Shi with medicine for several years showed his considerable abilities.

Now that they see an opportunity to make money, even though the skills aren't their own and they know it's dishonest, they still shamelessly try to get involved, hoping they can learn the skills and earn some money!

Some women also felt it was inappropriate. They argued that other people's livelihoods should not be given to them. Besides, the Song family was in such a difficult situation, and the town was only so big. If everyone did it, how would they make any money?

However, they were smart enough not to say anything. Song Feng and his wife didn't seem stupid. When things were tough before, they all avoided them, but now that things are better, they're trying to take advantage of them. They don't have that kind of shamelessness.

After they finished eating and returned the bowls, the people from Zaoshu Village went back to their village, while the two of them stayed behind to continue selling cold noodles.

"Brother Feng, when you get back you must tell Mom and Xiao An that you can't mention a single word about liangpi (cold skin noodles)." This thing is difficult in some ways, but it's also very simple in others. If you leak even a little bit, and someone who's been working in the kitchen for years has a few tries, it's not like you can't make it.

"I know."

Now they make 120 servings a day, sell them all and go home. It takes almost half a day. After they go home and rest, one of them makes steamed cold noodles and the other goes to work in the fields. It's just right, and they don't neglect their family matters.

"Let's buy two pounds of meat to take home and make braised pork for dinner. We're also running low on noodles, so let's buy a few dozen more pounds."

"Alright, Mother and Anzi will be happy!"

A few days ago, he ate the stewed chicken his wife made. The taste, how to say it, it was just some ginger and salt, but how could it be so delicious! He didn't know if it was because his wife's cooking was good, or if the chicken itself was just that delicious. A few days ago was the first time he had ever eaten chicken and drunk its soup.

Today, they're having braised pork again, something he's never had before. In the old family home, they never got a share of the stewed pork; after the family split up, he couldn't afford it anymore. A while ago, when he went back to his mother-in-law's house for a visit, his mother-in-law served him two large pieces of stewed pork. One bite, and his mouth was full of oil—it was delicious!

"You sell liangpi (cold skin noodles)?"

The man who arrived was a middle-aged man wearing a cotton robe; he looked like a wealthy person.

"Yes, uncle, we've sold out of liangpi (cold skin noodles) today!"

"Oh, business is so good?"

"Thanks to the care and support of the villagers."

After a period of training, Song Feng's eloquence improved considerably.

"I am the owner of Yingfu Restaurant across the street, my surname is Lü."