The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Zhao glanced at her daughter. This child now likes to eat strange and unusual things, and she's making things that she's never seen before.

After the engagement was called off, she seemed to suddenly become blessed. Before the engagement was called off, she was also like a madwoman, constantly showering the Wang family with gifts, and no one could stop her.

Things are better now than before.

"Xiao Ning, your mother-in-law said you went to sell tofu. Did you sell it?"

"It's sold out. The restaurant has placed an order with us. We're so happy today. Brother Feng bought a few pounds of meat. Mom, we're having dumplings tonight. I'll wrap them up and send a tray over."

She remembered that Zhao also loved to eat dumplings, but her family was poor and they could only afford to eat them once a year. Even if they did have one, her cheap father would finish it all.

"What are you saying, child? We have nothing at home, so don't send anything over!"

Zhao glanced around, a little embarrassed. She was going to have lunch here, and her daughter would be running halfway through the village delivering dumplings that evening. Lately, she'd heard plenty of rumors about her daughter, Xiao Ning, being biased towards her family. What would people say if they saw dumplings tonight?

What if this gets back to Fengzi and she starts having ideas? That brat, she has no sense of propriety at all, she doesn't think things through, she's infuriating!

Fang Xiaoning was completely bewildered by her mother's strong reaction. It was just a few dumplings, was it really that big of a deal?

Zhao pulled her close and said in a low, serious voice, "Did you hear that? Tonight, no, from now on, you're not allowed to bring any food home. We don't need a bite to eat. As long as you're doing well, your mother will be happy."

Looking at the wrinkles around Zhao's eyes and her rough, dark skin, Fang Xiaoning felt a pang of sadness. Her mother was only in her early thirties, but she looked at least forty and much older.

Her mother has had a really tough time these past few years.

"Mom, don't think so much. People can say whatever they want; they're just envious. Your daughter is making money now, so what if I'm being filial? Feng-ge and Mom are both reasonable people. You see them every day; don't you understand them?"

Zhao suddenly felt like crying. Her daughter was truly filial, and it was they who had dragged her down.

"Alright, watch me fry these small fish in a bit. Dad loves them, they're really good with drinks."

"You can ignore him, he doesn't like to eat anything. He's here all day long, he won't move unless you call him, and if you don't watch him, he'll slack off. I get annoyed just looking at him now."

"Haven't you noticed that Dad is much better than before? At least he can still be called, and he doesn't dare to lay a hand on me."

"He was scared by you, afraid you'd use the knife again. You think he's really changed for the better? A leopard can't change its spots, he's been like this his whole life."

"You can be afraid of me if you want, but things are fine as they are now."

"Too."

Looking back on those chaotic days, Fang Youcai is actually a decent person now.

Mrs. Zhao finally understood why her in-laws had praised her daughter's fried fish. With so much oil, it wasn't fried at all; it was practically deep-fried.

After frying, various seasonings and chili peppers were added, and finally, chopped green onions were sprinkled on top before serving.

Hundreds of small fish, arranged in a beautiful circle on a plate.

She was comfortable just looking at it, let alone eating it.

"Brother Feng, take this plate to the Zhou family."

"it is good."

Song Feng also particularly loves the small fish his wife fries. He eats them one bite at a time, the bones are crispy, and they're a little spicy, making them a perfect accompaniment to rice.

"what is this?"

"Uncle, my wife fried a plate of small fish and asked me to bring you a bowl to try. She worked hard to catch so many on Thursday, so you should have a taste."

Uncle Zhou accepted the offer after hearing his explanation. "Alright, we'll try it. We've heard that Xiao Ning's cooking is excellent."

Fang Youcai lingered at the kitchen doorway. What had his daughter made? It smelled so good! In the past, he would have rushed in to taste it long ago. But he didn't dare here; after all, it wasn't his own home, and his mother-in-law was inside too. He was a man of principle.

"Mom, Dad's drool is going to flood the kitchen."

Zhao didn't even dare to look at Su. It was so embarrassing. Could he possibly be any more respectable?

Mrs. Su smiled. Her father-in-law was really funny. Just as his daughter-in-law said, he was like a big kid and loved to eat.

"Xiao Ning, take some out and let the children have a taste."

Ten catties (approximately 5 kg) is enough to fry several large plates. The amount just delivered to the Zhou family was about three catties (approximately 1.5 kg), and they have seven catties (approximately 3 catties) that they definitely can't finish.

Fang Xiaoning shoveled half a bowl into her mouth. "Dad, take this and give it to Xiao An and the others as a snack. You should try some too."

"Ai!"

He was involved too!

He glanced at the golden-yellow fried fish in the bowl, swallowed hard, and it looked delicious. If it really is good, he'll go catch some tomorrow and have his daughter fry them for him.

"Xiao Anzi, Gou Dan, come on, eat some fish!"