The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

After a large pot of porridge was cooked, Fang Xiaoning brought over a large basin. "Mom, pour the porridge in." Authentic cold rice cake is made by putting a little bit in a bowl, but they didn't have that many bowls. Let's eat it like this, and cut it into pieces later.

The paste in the basin fell into the well.

About an hour later, she had someone bring out the rice cake again; it had already solidified into a block. "Mother, wash it with well water, then lower it back into the well. We'll eat it tonight."

Zhao touched the chilled rice cake and rinsed it with water, saying, "It's so tender and smooth, even smoother than a child's face."

"Let's prepare some brown sugar water, and we can all try it together tonight."

"Ai!"

The metaphor is so apt; the cold rice cake really does feel smooth and bouncy to the touch.

After the children finished school and went home, Fang Youcai also finished work. After dinner, Fang Xiaoning had someone bring out the cold rice cakes, one bowl for each person, with a piece cut from each bowl and a spoonful of brown sugar water added.

The appearance of the lianggao (cold rice cake) is as white as jade, delicate and smooth. With a gentle touch, it seems to dance on the tip of the tongue. The soft, chewy and bouncy texture is irresistible. Paired with rich brown sugar syrup, it is sweet but not greasy, making it a perfect match.

"If it were a bit hotter, a bowl of this would be so damn comforting. No way, give me another bowl, before I could even taste it, it just slipped right down my throat."

Fang Xiaoning was embarrassed. Did he think he was eating ginseng fruit?

"Mother, we can ask the restaurant if they want this. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have a dessert with the meal."

"Tomorrow I'll have your dad ask around. 'Xiao Ning, this is delicious, so tender and smooth. Cold noodles and mung bean jelly are spicy, but this is sweet. The kid will definitely love it.'"

"Adults love to eat it too, look at Dad!"

Fang Youcai cut off pieces for himself and ate them by himself, one bowl at a time, eating very quickly.

"Dad, take it easy. After all, it was just pulled from the well. That's enough."

Zhao snatched the bowl from his hand, saying, "If you get diarrhea from eating this, you'll be wasting this precious food."

Fang Youcai wasn't angry. He smacked his lips, still somewhat unsatisfied. "It's alright," he thought, "the family will just sell this from now on, so he won't be shortchanged."

"Mother, give each of the servants downstairs a bowl of these leftover chilled rice cakes later."

“Okay, Xiao Ning, should we buy two more cooks? We don’t have enough people to make cold noodles, and you’ll need someone to take care of you during your postpartum period. Everyone in the family is so busy right now, I’m afraid we won’t be able to take good care of you.”

“Okay, I’ll go buy two more when I have time. Mom, after the baby is born, we’ll continue building the house. Right now, with so many people, the house feels cramped.”

"Sure." Madam Su had no objections; more people meant more fun and liveliness. Now that the house was so lively, with her daughter-in-law and sister-in-law chatting with her every day, she felt relaxed and happy every day.

After dinner, the family took a walk in the yard. In June, although the sun was already setting, it still carried a bit of heat, and the afterglow shone on the yard, gilding the blue bricks and gray tiles with a warm gold.

The children played happily in the yard, and Fang Youcai would occasionally burst into hearty laughter. This must be what peaceful and serene life looks like.

Isn't this the kind of peaceful life she's always longed for?

"Xiao Ning, when do you think we should bring the midwife home?"

"Let's wait another half month. I still have more than a month to go." Fang Xiaoning thought about how in this hot weather, she wouldn't be able to shower or wash her hair for a month, and she felt terrible. She'd probably spoil by the time she came out.

Postpartum care should be done in cold weather. Since it's winter, she can accept staying in bed for a month.

What to do? It's so hot, and I heard you can't even be exposed to the wind.

"What are you thinking about?"

"How can a woman survive a month without being able to wash her hair or take a shower?"

Song Feng remained silent. His wife was a clean person; when the weather was slightly warmer, she would bathe every three days, and when it was hot, she would bathe every day for a whole month, even during the hottest time of the month…

"How about I wipe it on you every day?"

That's a good idea. She's having some headscarves made to tie her hair up.

"Master, someone is at the door looking for our in-laws."

"Looking for me? Who's looking for me?"

"He said he was your second brother."

Fang Xiaoning looked at her adoptive father with pity. He was so pitiful. He couldn't have a moment's peace. It hadn't been long, and he was always being looked for at the construction site or ambushed on the way. Today, he even came to her door.

Damn it, can't he even have a peaceful life?

After explaining things to Zhao, Fang Youcai left, cursing under his breath.

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