"What is Song Qianning cooking? It smells so good, and even meaty."

"She is so poor, how could she possibly cook meat?"

“Oh, Song Qianning went to the street to sell ducks every day a few days ago. Now she is not poor anymore, so it is not surprising to cook meat.”

At the same time, the food in the pot was bubbling and the fragrance kept overflowing from it, which soon drifted out of the yard and into the noses of the villagers.

Those who had already eaten were fine, but the villagers who came here before having time to eat had their stomachs rumbling.

What's worse, his saliva was flowing and he stared longingly in the direction of the yard.

The villagers' murmurs became louder, and they squeezed each other, stretching their necks to look inside, with some cursing mixed in.

The little girl opened her eyes wide and surrounded Song Qianning by the stove. Her nose moved and she looked at the duck head in the pot with longing on her face.

"Mom, the duck smells so good."

Turning her head to glance at the baby beside her, Song Qianning took the time to rub her head: "Do you want to eat?"

Because of Song Qianning's question, Xiaoya opened her eyes wider and nodded her head vigorously: "Xiaoya wants to eat duck."

After helping Zaizai wash her hands, Song Qianning took out a few pieces of spicy duck heads from the pot and put them in her hands.

After getting the spicy duck head, Xiao Ya couldn't wait to put it in her mouth, and her eyes lit up for a moment.

"The duck is so cute and tastes so good. Mommy is so great."

Faced with Zaizai's praise, Song Qianning's heart began to wag its tail proudly.

It would be strange if the duck head produced by Fairy Yu Ji was not delicious.

Da Wang was standing not far from the stove, with a serious look on his face. He secretly looked in Song Qianning's direction several times and sniffed.

The duck head made by the bad woman smells so good.

Just now, Song Qianning scooped out several duck heads for Xiao Ya. She couldn't finish them all by herself, so she ran to Da Wang and handed the duck heads to him.

"Brother, brother, eat duck, the duck made by mother."

Da Wang took the duck head handed to him by his sister and took a bite. The spicy and fragrant taste spread in his mouth.

Noticing the crowd outside the door, Da Wang rolled his eyes and ran to the gate with a duck head in each hand.

The villagers gathered outside the door all looked at the duck head in Dawang's hand, and the sound of swallowing became more obvious.

One greedy villager couldn't help but ask, "Dawang, where did you get that duck head? Why does it smell so good?"

"My mother did it."

While answering the villagers' questions, Da Wang was gnawing on the duck head, and the spicy and fragrant smell wafted into the villagers' noses.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the duck head in Dawang's hand.

"Did your mother really do this?!"

One of the villagers raised his voice in disbelief, "When did Song Qianning's cooking become so good? Don't tell me you're lying."

The person who spoke was one of the villagers who usually disliked Song Qianning. While he was suspicious, he couldn't help but look at the duck head in Dawang's hand.

The other villagers also looked at each other, and the same thought came to their minds: When did Song Qianning's cooking skills become so good?

"My mother made it." Da Wang didn't say much. He glanced at the villagers with different expressions and continued to gnaw on the duck head.

The villagers' appetites were aroused by the duck head in Dawang's hand, and a commotion came from the crowd.

Granny Wang also gathered among the villagers, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and said with disdain: "It only smells good, I don't know how it tastes."

A gleam flashed in her cloudy eyes. Granny Wang stared at Da Wang and said, "If you have the guts, go ask Song Qianning for some duck heads and share them with everyone else to try and see how they taste."

There were many people in the crowd who liked to take advantage of others. When they heard what Grandma Wang said, they immediately responded.

Just as Grandma Wang was encouraging Da Wang to ask Song Qianning for the duck heads to share with everyone, a sneer came from the yard.

The moment the sneer sounded, Grandma Wang shuddered all over and subconsciously looked up.

Song Qianning walked out of the yard slowly, looking at Grandma Wang with admiring eyes.

"As expected, the older people get, the thicker their skin becomes. Grandma Wang, let me just say that your skin is as thick as the wall of my house."

"You look ugly and old, no wonder you are so shameless, and you even have the nerve to encourage my child."

"Who are you scolding, little bitch?"

"Who should scold whom?"

Although Song Qianning had a smile on her face, Grandma Wang started swallowing her saliva. Of course, it wasn't because she was greedy.

She pointed at Song Qianning and wanted to curse her, but then she remembered the last time and swallowed her words back, almost biting her tongue.

A few days ago, Grandma Wang met Song Qianning at the entrance of the village. Just after she finished saying bad things about her, she stepped into a pit and fell. Now her waist is still hurting.

"Bah, Song Qianning, do you think I care about your duck head? With your family being so poor, the duck head may look good at best, but you don't know how bad it will taste."

Afraid of falling into the same trap as last time, Grandma Wang turned around and pushed the crowd away while cursing.

Because he ran too fast, he tripped himself and almost fell again. His feet moved even faster, as if there was a ghost chasing him.

Grandma Wang's departure did not attract any attention from the villagers. However, due to the overpowering aroma of the duck head, the villagers, whose appetites were aroused, began to ask, "Song Qianning, what were you doing in the yard just now? Why did it smell so good?"

"Did you really make the duck head your child is holding?"

The annoying human left, and Song Qianning clapped her hands and said with a smile, "I made the spicy duck head."

With Song Qianning's mocking remarks about Grandma Wang in mind, the villagers were very greedy, but no one asked for it.

I was afraid of being scolded like Grandma Wang.

After explaining to the villagers, Song Qianning rolled her eyes and cleared her throat: "I still have a lot of duck heads left in the pot. My son and I... our children can't finish them. Do you want to buy some?"

It just so happened that Aunt Niu had nothing to do today. When she saw a group of people gathering outside Song Qianning's house, she thought something had happened and rushed over in a hurry. Only then did she realize that it was because of the duck head made by Song Qianning.

Thinking of what Song Qianning said that day about raising the child well, Aunt Niu felt very relieved.

Now seeing her selling duck heads, Aunt Niu squeezed through the villagers and took the brunt of the attention, saying, "Give me ten duck heads."

With Aunt Niu taking the lead, the villagers who were originally hesitant no longer hesitated and said loudly: "Song Qianning, give me two too."

The other villagers were afraid that all the duck heads would be snatched away, so they didn't hesitate any longer and said anxiously, "There's still me. I want three."

"Song Qianning, don't forget me."

"Why are you pushing so hard? Don't block me from buying things."

"It's you who's blocking me, get out of the way."

With the villagers rushing to buy it, the big pot of duck heads made by Song Qianning was quickly sold out.

Looking at the table full of copper coins and silver coins, Song Qianning smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.

Song Qianning, who had made a lot of money, noticed the two children beside her. In a good mood, she said directly, "I'll take you to the county town to have fun later."