The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

This noon, Fang Xiaoning was the head chef, and it was the first time Zhao had seen her daughter cook.

"Xiao Ning, where did you learn your skills?"

Fang Xiaoning: ...

"Old Master Wang is picky about food, it's something he's developed." She flattered Wang Defa, and the whole village knew it, which conveniently gave her an excuse.

Zhao glanced guiltily at Su, wondering why Su had so many words to say.

“My dear in-law, Xiao Ning’s cooking skills are better than mine. Look at this braised pork, I can’t make it like this. You should try it at noon.”

"Hey! Hey!"

She didn't dare say anything more.

Pig's trotters were stewed into soup; everyone's bodies are lacking in nutrition, so soup is good for warming and nourishing. Pork belly was also made. There was a stir-fried egg with chives and chili peppers, and a braised eggplant. She bought a large chicken, planning to make a clay pot chicken. She'll stick flatbread around it, dip it in sauce—it'll definitely be delicious.

"Chicken can be cooked like this? It smells delicious."

"It's so delicious, Mom. You should try it at home next time. You can add more vegetables and simmer it slowly. We'll eat it from this pot in a bit."

Watching her daughter skillfully stir-fry and plate the food, Zhao glanced at Su again. No wonder the dishes she used to send home were so delicious. They cooked the dishes, but she really stir-fried them spoonful by spoonful of oil, along with soy sauce and several other seasonings that she had never seen before. Her daughter added them without batting an eye. Who would dare to be so wasteful? They would be scolded to death.

Looking at Madam Su standing to the side, she was completely calm, as if she had gotten used to everything. Her daughter had truly found a good husband.

"Mom, take it out. I've kept some for us to eat in the kitchen."

"Ai!"

Fearing there wouldn't be enough to eat, she cooked a large pot of mixed grain rice.

"Why are there so many!"

The village chief saw plate after plate of meat, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He realized he would never dare to keep someone for a meal again; how could he afford to spend so much money every time?

Fang Youcai kept swallowing hard as he looked at the food; just from the aroma, he knew it must be delicious. Who cooked this today? It looked just as good as any restaurant in town.

Foreman Song felt that, based on this one meal today, he had to do the job well for the other party; they really took him too seriously.

Song Feng, holding a jar of wine, said, "Uncle, let's have a couple of drinks at noon too."

"Take it in. We still have work to do this afternoon. Why bother with a drink?"

Fang Youcai's eyes were fixed on the wine jar, not blinking.

"A few drinks won't interfere with the afternoon's work." With that, he poured a bowl for each person.

"Don't be shy, don't be shy, everyone, please eat. Xiao Ning said these pancakes are best eaten dipped in chicken broth, everyone should try them."

"Hey, hey!"

Fengzi's wife is really particular.

This pancake is made with wheat flour, right? Why doesn't wheat flour taste good? Why do I need to dip it in chicken broth?

The flatbread was baked until golden and crispy on one side, and coated with soup on the other. Everyone at the table couldn't stop eating it after just one bite, especially Fang Youcai.

"Son-in-law, you really didn't marry a bad daughter. If I had known she had this skill, I would have kept her for a few more years." He ate, but felt a pang of jealousy. A good-for-nothing is a good-for-nothing. She benefited the Wang family before, and now she benefits the Song family. The daughter he raised has never benefited him.

Knowing full well that he loves to eat, yet he never cooks at home, what's the point of having her?

No, no, it's still useful. With the construction of the house, he can stay here every day to freeload meals and earn 20 coins a day.

Song Feng: ...

"If Dad likes it, then eat more."

Fang Youcai nodded; even if he didn't say anything, he wouldn't eat less.

Meanwhile, the three kids in the kitchen were also eating with their mouths full of oil, thinking how delicious their eldest sister (sister-in-law) cooking was!

"Big sister, you're such a good cook, why don't you cook at home?" Fang Gou Dan, who was unusually clean for once, muttered with his mouth full of meat.

"You think my cooking is bad? Fine, then don't eat anything I make from now on."

Gou Dan glanced at his mother, who was glaring at him, and didn't dare to utter another complaint.

Zhao was very satisfied with her meal. Apart from the expense, her daughter's cooking was truly excellent. She could say that in Zaoshu Village, no other daughter-in-law could match her daughter's culinary skills, not even the most seasoned cooks who had been around the stove for decades.

After lunch and a short rest, the workers arrived one after another and began painting the fence. Song Feng, who had nothing to do, also joined in, and Fang Youcai was also sent over to work by Zhao Shi. Fang Tiezhu also volunteered to help.

The Song family was quiet in the afternoon; no one came. They were probably all together trying to figure something out.

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