Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Faced with everyone's warm smiles, the two of them didn't dare to delay for a moment.

Ping An deftly lit the stove fire, and the blue flames licked the bottom of the pot merrily.

Lin Xiuer tied on her apron, rolled up her sleeves, washed her hands, and began skillfully scooping batter, making pancakes, and cracking eggs...

As wisps of smoke rose, the mouthwatering aroma of food quickly filled the air in front of the stall.

The rich aroma of eggs, the savory and charred fragrance of roasted meat, and the salty and savory flavor of sauce blend together in this exceptionally beautiful scene of everyday life in the early morning.

Lin Xiuer smiled and greeted the customers, "Everyone, please be patient, we have everything!"

Ping An quietly collected money and handed out cakes. Although he didn't deliberately put on a smile, he no longer had the aloof demeanor he used to have.

As usual, the first deluxe version of the pancake with extra meat was made by Lao Hu.

Lin Xiuer smiled and handed it to Hu Yidao, who had been craning his neck to wait: "Brother Hu, this is for you!"

Old Hu grinned, quickly rubbed his greasy hands on his body before taking the item and taking a bite without hesitation.

"Mmm! Delicious! It has to be Xiuer's cooking. This is just the way it's supposed to be, so satisfying!"

Old Hu ate with gusto, his dark face beaming with satisfaction.

Turning around, he saw the customers at the butcher's stall staring intently at the pancakes in his hand. He laughed loudly and shouted, "What are you all looking at me for? If you want some, go line up yourselves!"

Lin Xiuer's hands moved swiftly as she spread out the next pancake, then she looked up and smiled at the people queuing up.

"Don't rush, everyone. Take your time. We've prepared plenty of noodles and meat today, so everyone's guaranteed to have some!"

The neighbors in line were all smiling and chatting, with no one rushing them. The atmosphere was harmonious.

Without the shadow of the Black Fish Gang, even the waiting became easy and pleasant.

A short while later, Chen Mingxuan and Wu Liangcai arrived one after the other.

Today, Chen Mingxuan wore a refreshing bamboo-green brocade robe and was holding a folding fan.

It made his handsome face appear even more dashing, like a debonair young master.

He skillfully squeezed his way to the front of the stall, which had become his "exclusive spot" where he didn't have to queue.

"Xiuer, the usual order: ten egg pancakes and ten jianbing guozi, Zhang Ma!"

He waved behind him.

Aunt Zhang smiled and squeezed through the crowd, carrying a large food box, her eyes full of admiration: "Madam Lin, we're troubling you again."

She is now completely convinced of Lin Xiuer's culinary skills.

Not only did their young master come to buy it every day, but the master, mistress, and the two young mistresses also became addicted to it, craving it for breakfast every day.

She tried making it at home a few times, but she couldn't get the crust crispy, the sauce well-balanced, or the heat right.

No matter how I try, I can't replicate that irresistible aroma and taste.

Now she's happy to go with the young master every day, and when she gets back, she can have some of her own fragrant rice porridge or soft tofu pudding bought from the street.

The whole family ate with beaming smiles, and kept urging Chen Mingxuan to leave early, afraid that they would miss out on the food if they arrived late.

Because only Young Master Chen had the audacity to cut in line, the people queuing behind him didn't have many complaints.

It's because they always order so many portions.

The other villagers in line knew he was a big spender who paid promptly, and that he was buying it for his whole family.

In addition, he was a fairly amiable person, and it was probably because those older women and young wives thought he was good-looking.

I'm happy to wait a little longer so I can see him a few more times.

Wu Liangcai, on the other hand, presented a completely different picture.

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that allowed him to move around easily, and his forehead and temples were covered in sweat.

A few strands of hair clung damply to his skin, and his chest was still rising and falling slightly; he had clearly just finished a morning run.

His stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time, and he had originally wanted to run a couple more laps as Lin Xiuer had instructed.

But as soon as he got near the market, the irresistible aroma of roasted meat kept wafting into his nose, and his stomach immediately started craving more meat.

He couldn't resist the temptation, sniffed, and his feet involuntarily turned over.

I eagerly approached the stall, swallowed hard, and then my stomach growled loudly.

It stood out clearly at the front of the line, which had quieted down slightly.

He chuckled sheepishly twice and said to Lin Xiuer, "Sister Lin, is mine ready yet? I'm starving!"

At this moment, no weight loss plan can compare to a hot, fragrant egg pancake.

After all, as the saying goes, you need to eat your fill to have the energy to lose weight.

But in Lin Xiuer's eyes, it looked just like a big dog that had obediently completed its command and was eagerly waiting for its reward.

She found it amusing and quickened her pace, saying, "Okay, I knew you could keep going. This will be ready soon, and I'll add an extra slice of meat as a reward!"

Wu Liangcai immediately beamed and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Sister Lin!"

Ping An stood beside Lin Xiuer, handing a finished jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) to an elderly woman.

He stood tall and straight like a bamboo shoot, wearing a fine cotton short shirt that Lin Xiuer had just made for him, which made his shoulders appear even broader and his waist narrower, with clean lines.

The morning light fell on his sharply defined profile, his long eyelashes drooping down and casting soft shadows on his eyelids.

Hearing this, he looked up at Wu Liangcai, who was covered in sweat and staring longingly at the iron plate, and then glanced at Chen Mingxuan, who was gently telling Zhang Ma to wait a moment.

Although he didn't have a clear smile on his face, the aloofness and coldness that he originally had in the early stages of amnesia had faded considerably.

His brows were relaxed, his eyes were calm, and his posture was less tense and more composed.

But only when his gaze inadvertently falls on Lin Xiuer does a soft light, which no one else has ever seen, flash across his eyes.

The stall was bustling with business; the people were all busy with their own tasks, creating a lively yet orderly atmosphere.

Lin Xiuer's hands moved swiftly and efficiently, collecting money and handing over goods, while the shouts of Hu Yidao's meat stall rose and fell.

Chen Mingxuan and Wu Liangcai, these two "idle people," one loves to join in the fun and refuses to leave his spot, and the other is so captivated by the aroma that he can't take his steps.

The sizzling sound of the hot plate, the conversations of diners, and the crisp sound of coins falling into the coin box all blended together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Chen Mingxuan slowly finished the pancake in his hand, wiped his mouth, and his peach blossom eyes rolled.

Seeing that Ping An looked calm and seemed to be in a good mood, he fearlessly approached the other person.

His curiosity about this unpredictable, taciturn, yet reliable brother has only grown stronger.

Having shared a night of "hardship" in the deserted garden, he felt their relationship had grown much closer, and at least he wouldn't actually beat him up.

"Brother Ping An," Chen Mingxuan said with a grin, gesturing lightly with his folding fan to the money box in his hand, "your money-collecting skills are even more efficient than the accountant in my shop. Did you manage the accounts before?"

He was simply making conversation, displaying the natural extroversion and inquisitiveness typical of young people.

Ping An glanced at him, her hands moving without stopping, her fingertips deftly counting the items one by one.

Without even looking up, he replied, "I don't remember."

His voice was calm, the initial coldness gone, replaced by a hint of unspoken helplessness.