The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Even the pork skin was soaked in the broth, making it very flavorful. No wonder they can run a food business; the Fang family girl is incredibly skilled.

Unfortunately, it benefited Song Feng.

If I had known it was a golden bowl, I would have let her into the Song family.

"This is the first time I've ever had such delicious braised pork. Fengzi, you're so lucky!"

Song Feng chuckled foolishly, finding the meat in his mouth even more delicious.

The eldest and second eldest brothers, while eating meat, were thinking about how to pool their money. Whether they had money or not, at least they could satisfy their cravings. Living together from now on, wouldn't they be able to feast every day? Just thinking about it made them happy!

Fang Youcai was also at the main table. He looked at Song Feng with envy. If he could, he really wanted to move in with them, even if it was just their old, dilapidated thatched house. His daughter's cooking was just so perfect for him!

After today's meal, countless people in Zaoshu Village envied Song Feng. Compared to him, they were eating nothing but pig swill. Of course, the Wang and Cui families were exceptions; they didn't even come. Fang Xiaoning used to cook pig swill too.

While they were having a feast outside, Fang Xiaoning prepared a similar meal in the kitchen. "Aunties, hurry up and eat while it's hot, we'll be busy again soon."

"Ai!"

Song Lao Er's wife was the first to pick up a large piece of meat, took a bite, and was stunned. This was so delicious!

After devouring the food in a whirlwind, she even dipped the leftover soup into her cornbread and ate it all.

Fang Xiaoning looked at her belly, her temples throbbing. "Won't this person overeat and hurt themselves?" she thought. "Just like her father, so unpredictable."

Who would believe that a woman could eat ten cornbread buns and two large bowls of brown rice? How could the Song family afford to support her eating like that?

The others secretly looked down on Zhu's low-class manners, but didn't show it on their faces. After finishing their meal, they immediately started clearing the table.

After the meal, both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely. Every plate on the table was spotless, as if a dog had licked it clean.

As everyone gradually dispersed, Su, Zhao, and Fang Xiaoning organized everyone to clean up and wash the dishes. Song Feng led a group of young men to return the tables and chairs. By the time they returned, the dishes had been washed, and they went to return the bowls and chopsticks.

Old Master Song sat in the main room, looking left and right, smoking his pipe, his bottom seemingly glued to the stool, not moving an inch. His two sons each grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and squatted by the door, cracking them open.

After finishing his meal, Song An stayed in his room and didn't come out.

"Auntie, take this back and eat it. We can cook a dish for dinner tonight."

Fang Xiaoning took out the radish and meatballs she had fried the night before and gave each person a bowl. This was a thank-you gift she had planned yesterday; she couldn't let people help her for nothing.

"How can that be? Didn't we have a feast at noon?" No one mentioned the two steamed buns, since there were still two people present who hadn't received any.

"Here you go, I fried these last night. Let the kids try them when we get home and see how I made them!"

"How could your cooking not be delicious? Thank you, Xiao Ning!" Zhu quickly took the bowl that she thought was the most generous, and said with a fawning smile.

After she started, everyone else followed suit and took a bowl. After saying goodbye to Su Shi and Fang Xiaoning, they left with their bowls. They were all very happy; they had meat for lunch, and they would have meat again for dinner. Some were even thinking about having some wine with the men in their families.

Oh, and there were meat buns too. While the two sisters-in-law from the Song family were in the main room, they stuffed the buns into their arms.

Song Feng's wife is truly a woman of great character!

Everyone had left, leaving only one family in the main room. Fang Xiaoning rubbed her throbbing forehead; she was a little tired, yet she still had to argue with this family—it was truly exhausting.

Su followed beside her, while Song Feng went out to return the bowls and chopsticks.

"Grandpa, eldest uncle, second uncle."

"Hmm. Finished? Tired? Sit down and rest."

The old man sat in the main seat with the air of a master, completely at ease.

Fang Xiaoning is clearly making the first move; before she's even said anything, she's already won in terms of momentum. Looking at her mother-in-law beside her, who's acting like a weakling and hasn't reacted at all, what would this family do without her!

"Grandpa, did you have a good lunch? Are you done with your work?"

"It's okay."

"When Brother Feng comes back later, he will personally escort you back, Grandpa. It's getting cold now, the sun goes down and it gets cold quickly. It's not good to catch a cold if you go back too late and get chilled."

The old man paused, his hand holding the pipe still.

Just then, Song Feng entered the room. "Alright, the sun is still a bit high, I'll take you back now. Grandpa, Xiao Ning just gave the two aunts two bowls of meatballs, you should try them tonight."

Old Master Song roared angrily, "Song Feng, how dare you be unfilial?"