"This tastes so good! Xia, if you went to town and opened a small restaurant, your business would definitely be booming."
"Yes, Grandma Yan, I've never eaten anything so delicious. You're amazing! Even this eggplant tastes better than my grandma's." Qian Ansong, the eldest grandson of the Qian family, ate without lifting his head, praising Yan Xia repeatedly.
"You brat, are you implying my cooking is bad? Then don't eat here anymore, or you'll starve!" Aunt Zhao laughed and scolded as she slapped her eldest grandson on the back, but it didn't actually hurt.
However, only Yan Xia suddenly felt unable to eat.
What did that little brat just call her?
Grandma Yan....
grandmother?
Holy crap, how did she suddenly become a grandma? That's so unfair! She's never even been in a relationship.
But Sister Zhao is indeed of the same generation as her.
Calling her Grandma is perfectly fine.
Waaaaah, I'm so sad.
Yan Xia was on the verge of tears, and even the sweet and sour pork ribs in her mouth didn't taste good anymore.
However, her mood quickly improved again.
Because stir-fried braised pork intestines with chili peppers is so delicious.
This dish was originally ignored. Here, only poor families who couldn't afford meat would buy it as a treat; no one else would eat it.
No matter how you wash it, it still smells like pig manure, and the seasonings here are ridiculously expensive.
Boiling water alone cannot mask the unpleasant smell.
But the people at the table watched her eat a third of it, one bite at a time.
One by one, they couldn't resist trying to pick up a piece with their chopsticks.
The first bite was absolutely divine.
In no time, all the braised large intestines were eaten.
Everyone was still eager for more.
"Xia, I have to say, your cooking skills are really amazing. I've eaten pig intestines before, and they always have a strong, stinky smell. You can wash them dozens of times and they still have that smell. But the ones you made don't have any stinky smell at all. The more you chew them, the more fragrant they become. Damn, they're so delicious!" Bai Li had truly fallen in love with this dish.
“The village head is right, Xia, why don’t you turn your cooking skills into a business and sell food? Wouldn’t you make a fortune?” Sister Zhao suggested.
They had long been won over by Yan Xia's culinary skills.
Even the rice on this table looks delicious.
It has a perfect balance of firmness and softness, and carries a refreshing bamboo fragrance.
I really don't know how Yan Xia did it.
Yan Xia was persuaded by them.
Fortunately, both sons could handle the farm work.
It only needs occasional watering and fertilizing; it's just a small patch.
There are no entertainment facilities here, and she gets bored staying at home, so she might as well go and make some money.
“Okay, I’ll look into it another day. We happen to have a small patch of wasteland at home, and the work isn’t too strenuous, so Jin Fu and the others can handle it. If I were to start a food business, I could make some food and send it to you for tasting. You’d all have to help me check it out.”
"It's nothing, we're all acquaintances."
"Sure, it's just a matter of a word."
After making the decision, the group started gossiping about the villagers.
The meal lasted from noon until after 2 p.m.
When they left, Aunt Wang and Sister Zhao insisted on staying to help wash the dishes and tidy up.
Yan Xia couldn't go against their wishes, so she had no choice but to compromise.
After the tables and benches were carried into the main room and the pots and pans were washed clean, everyone left, their bellies bulging.
"They're all good people—"
Yan Xia sighed softly.
The first day in my new home.
Everyone's face was filled with excitement.
The crops in the field don't need watering today.
With nothing else to do, Yan Xia taught the children a few more words, studying until evening, and then casually ate some leftovers from lunch.
The whole family went to bed early.
Yan Xia didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky.
The sons had already watered the fields, and the daughters had fed the chicks and washed the clothes.
They even left her a separate bowl of breakfast to keep warm in the pot.
I enjoyed a delicious breakfast.
Yan Xia decided to start looking for a husband for her eldest son. In ancient times, marriages were usually arranged by the parents and matchmakers, and the children had no say in the matter.
Not to mention free love.
It does not exist.
That's called an unfaithful union.
But Yan Xia is from modern times, so naturally she wouldn't be so feudal.
She called her eldest son out to the yard alone.
The mother and son sat facing each other.
"Mother, is something the matter?"
"Of course there is. I said that after we move, we should arrange a marriage between you and Jinlu. You are a year older than Jinlu, so you should get married first. It's not too late for Jinlu to look at other girls later. So, son, do you have a girl you like? Tell me secretly, and I will go and take a look. If she is a good person, I will find a matchmaker to go and ask for your hand in marriage."
Upon hearing this,
Jin Fu's face turned bright red.
"No, no, Mother~ Your son will listen to you."
Yan Xia knew that the boy was shy.
"I want you to be happy, son. What kind of person do you want? If you really don't like anyone, I'll find someone according to your requirements. I don't want to marry someone you don't like and live a hasty life. This is a very important matter!"
Upon hearing Yan Xia's words, Jin Fu's expression returned to normal, and he carefully considered his words before speaking.
“Mother, I am the eldest brother, so my wife will naturally be the sister-in-law of my younger brothers and sisters-in-law. I don’t need her to be beautiful or have a good family background. After all, that’s all I can do. As long as she is filial to her elders, generous and kind, and not petty, that’s enough. I won’t be picky.”
Kim Bok didn't have anyone he liked.
He hadn't even figured things out yet. Before he left the Chen family, he went out at sunrise and returned at sunset, only thinking about eating his fill and not going hungry, and hoping his mother wouldn't be beaten. That was all.
Does appearance matter?
He didn't care about that. His mother was very beautiful when she was young, but she still had a hard life in the first half of her life. He couldn't guarantee how good he would be to his future wife. As long as she was filial to his mother and good to his younger siblings, he would naturally not mistreat her.
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