The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Looking helplessly at Fang Xiaoning, she said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Auntie. Have you eaten? There's some cornbread here."

"Eat up, eat up, Xiao Ning. You can just watch from the side. It's not your turn to lift a finger today. You look so pretty in your new clothes."

"That's right, who's as lucky as you, to have a good life right after you married into the family? Even your father-in-law hasn't worn new clothes in years."

Fang Xiaoning: ...

Aunt Song was about to complain when her sister-in-law nudged her, and she instantly snapped back to reality. Oh dear, she had spoken too quickly again.

"Look at my mouth, what nonsense am I spouting! We're happy that you're doing well, so happy!"

Everyone worked silently, without saying a word.

Fang Xiaoning nodded and smiled. It's said that you can't hit a smiling face, especially since the other party had come to her house to help.

Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Xiaoning started cooking. Today, she was the head chef.

Looking at her mother-in-law, who stood there like a block of wood, at a loss, she sighed. "Mother, come, help me start a fire."

"Hey! Hey!"

"Xiao Ning, Aunt Song is the best cook among us, how can you be in charge of cooking?"

Song Da's mother glanced at her second sister-in-law. Couldn't this idiot just shut her mouth?

"Xiao Ning can make cold noodles and other dishes, so how could her skills be bad? It's not unusual for her to be in charge of cooking."

Song Lao Er's wife belatedly realized that she seemed to have said something wrong again. She chuckled a few times and then shut her mouth, not daring to make another sound.

If her father-in-law found out she had done something wrong, a beating would be the least of her worries.

She shut her mouth, and the world fell silent. Fang Xiaoning started making braised pork belly, the main dish and the most time-consuming; it had to be stewed until tender to taste good.

In another pot, heat oil and stir-fry the cabbage.

The other women were also steaming cornbread and brown rice, which were now fragrant.

Song Feng was greeting people outside. When he saw Old Master Song, he followed his wife's instructions and led him to the main seat.

Xiao Ning said that no matter how much people dislike him, today he must make sure that no one can find fault with him, so that even if the old man finds fault with him in the future, he won't admit it.

People sympathize with the weak, and the imperial court values ​​filial piety. They have no obligation to support their parents, and since they are wealthy, people will be envious and will have something to say.

It's worth it to endure one day for the peace and tranquility that follows!

"Grandpa, Uncle, please take your seats. Here are some melon seeds, Grandpa, please have some first. The feast will begin soon. I'll go and attend to the other guests. Call me if you need anything!"

"Go ahead and get busy! Don't worry about me!"

Seeing Song Feng's respectful manner, Old Master Song's eyes darkened slightly, and he felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

Has this big, clumsy guy received some expert guidance? Could it be the village chief? He's hoping he'll glare at them and give them the cold shoulder. The more rude he is, the better it will be for him.

Now, that village chief is a bastard. He ruins his plans every time and makes things difficult for him in every way. He even dug up his family's ancestral graves.

"I've cooked my whole life, and I'm still not as good as you. Xiao Ning's mother, your daughter is incredibly capable!"

"Exactly! Look at this braised pork! If it were cooked so well, you could smell the aroma from outside the door!"

Of course, they were also careful with the ingredients. Fang Youcai loves to eat, no wonder his daughter can cook like that!

The two sisters-in-law of the Song family looked at the plates of braised pork and swallowed hard, wondering if they would be able to eat a piece later.

"The food is served!"

Although other families served the same dishes, Fang Xiaoning was generous with the seasonings, turning the boiled dishes into stir-fries, which smelled extra delicious to them.

Dishes were served one after another, along with large bowls of brown rice, one bowl per table, and a bowl of cornbread.

At the main table sat the Song family, the village chief, and Song Feng. Old Man Song looked at the village chief, really wanting to smash a basin over his face. Shameless bastard, he was everywhere, just to show off!

"Grandpa, please eat! Uncle Village Chief, don't be shy, come on! Pick up your chopsticks!"

"Ai!"

The village chief took a bite of a cornbread and then picked up a piece of eggplant.

It's delicious as always. Looks like Ning is in charge of cooking today.

Only she would be willing to cook like this.

"Come on, come on, the braised pork is here!"

Other restaurants serve five pieces of braised pork belly per plate, and whoever grabs it gets to keep it. But Song's braised pork belly is piled high on a plate, clearly a generous portion.

The braised pork was served steaming hot. "Grandpa, please have some!"

Song Feng picked up a large piece for Old Master Song, and then picked up a large piece with his chopsticks for the village chief and clan head.

Old Man Song smelled the aroma of the meat and looked at the large piece of meat in the bowl. It was cooked almost exactly like the meat he used to eat at restaurants in the city. The fat was translucent and the lean meat was red and glossy.

One bite, and the juices burst in your mouth. He's old, and he especially loves this stewed pork belly until it's tender and mushy.