The story is about a fake young lady, transmigration, a pampered darling, face-slapping, farming, building from scratch, and a satisfying read.
Su Wanwan woke up one day to find herself the f...
Jiang Hu pouted, thinking, "That's so unfair." He whispered, "Little sister, I want to eat rice too."
Jiang Liu also said, "Sister, I also want to eat rice, not bran."
Grandma Jiang and her second aunt dared not say another word.
After spending a day or two together, the two had gained a basic understanding of Jiang Wanwan. If she said she would give Kangfu and the other two food, then she would definitely not give them rice.
Grandma Jiang gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and shoved the wooden basin in front of Jiang Wanwan. "Wanwan, you measure the rice. Since we're cooking rice, everyone should eat as much as they want. Only when you're full will you have the energy to work."
A smile flashed in Jiang Wanwan's eyes. Little brat, I can't handle you!
She picked up the rice container and scooped three buckets of rice into the wooden basin. "Alright, Grandma, you can go cook the rice now."
Grandma Jiang's eyebrows twitched. Seven catties of rice! A whole seven catties of rice!
Jiang Xun and the other children were overjoyed, thinking about eating rice to their hearts' content tonight, they were so happy they were practically rolling on the floor.
Jiang Wanwan said to Jiang He, "Second brother, go pick some green peppers from the vegetable garden in our backyard."
"Okay!" Jiang He ran off happily.
Because meat was to be cooked that night, Hu took the initiative to take over the cooking, only letting Zhu help with the fire.
As soon as they entered the kitchen, Grandma Jiang busied herself washing rice and cooking.
"Mother, how do we cook this pork?" Hu asked, pointing to the pork on the stove.
Grandma Jiang moved her lips, about to speak, but seeing Jiang Wanwan looking at her, she could only say, "Ask Wanwan, she paid for the meat herself, she made the decision."
I dare not say it, I absolutely dare not say it.
She was afraid that if she said the wrong thing, she and her second son's family would not have any meat to eat!
Jiang Wanwan said, "Render the fat into lard, and the cracklings will be easy to preserve. Put them all in the lard container, and take them out whenever you want to eat them. Save the pork belly and ribs for soup tomorrow. Boil all five pounds of pork belly, and I'll process the pork kidneys in a bit."
Grandma Jiang blushed deeply, and after rinsing the rice and putting it in the pot, she dashed out of the kitchen.
I can't stay in the kitchen any longer; if I stay any longer, she's sure to say something.
"Alright!" Mrs. Hu said with a radiant face, picking up the cleaver and starting to cut the large piece of fatty meat.
Meanwhile, Zhu was busy washing pots and starting the fire.
Hu put the chopped pork fat into the pot, then added some water. She smiled and explained to Jiang Wanwan, "Pork fat cooked with water will be clear and transparent."
Before long, the water in the pot had boiled away, and the pork fat began to sizzle and release oil.
A fragrant aroma wafted out, attracting Jiang Hehu and Liu Xun to peek inside, clinging to the door frame. The sound of them swallowing their saliva was clearly audible.
Meanwhile, Old Man Jiang, Old Woman Jiang, and Uncle Jiang, among other adults, were not to be outdone, all craning their necks to peer into the kitchen.
Even Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but swallow hard.
It's no wonder she was so greedy; the aroma of lard was just too irresistible!
The lard was rendered very quickly.
Ten catties of pork fat yielded about six or seven catties of lard.
Hu quickly filled the lard and cracklings into the oil jar. Glancing at Jiang Wanwan's eager face, she scooped up a few pieces of cracklings with a spatula, pinched one in her hand, and brought it to Jiang Wanwan's mouth. "Wanwan, open your mouth."
Jiang Wanwan reflexively opened her mouth, and then a piece of fried pork fat was thrown into her mouth.
"Click~"
The fried pork cracklings are incredibly crispy, and with each bite, they burst with juicy goodness—absolutely delicious!
Jiang Wanwan smiled with narrowed eyes, "Auntie, the fried pork cracklings are delicious."
"Hehe, that's for sure," Mrs. Hu said with a smile.
"Gulp~" A distinct sound of swallowing saliva was heard.