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

After getting ready, the three of them pushed the cart toward town.

As dawn broke, a light mist hung over the country lanes.

The rice seedlings in the field are lush and green, with dewdrops hanging on the tips of their leaves, glistening in the rising sun.

Xiao He followed beside the car, occasionally reaching out to touch the grass blades by the roadside; her fingertips were damp with dew, feeling cool and refreshing.

When they arrived at the market, Hu Yidao had already set up his stall. He saw them from afar and waved, calling out, "Sister Lin, you're here early today!"

Lin Xiuer smiled and agreed, then parked her car next to his stall.

The other familiar vendors also greeted him.

"Lady Lin is here!"

"Make a lot more today, we didn't get enough yesterday!"

Lin Xiuer responded as she deftly set up her stall, lit a fire, and heated the griddle.

Xiao He stood aside, watching her busy herself, not knowing where to look.

"Sister, what can I do for you?" Xiaohe asked, leaning closer.

"You?" Lin Xiuer glanced at her, smiled, and said, "Stand and watch for a bit, learn from me. I'll make one for you to try later."

Xiao He nodded and obediently stood to one side.

By the time the first spoonful of batter was poured onto the griddle and the meat slices were grilled, and the aroma began to waft out, there were already quite a few people in line.

Hu Yidao came over carrying a basket: "Little sister, I've saved all the pig offal for you today."

Lin Xiuer took it, looked at it, and nodded: "Okay, Lao Hu, wait a moment, the first pancake is yours."

Hu Yidao chuckled in agreement, then glanced at Xiao He standing beside him, and paused, "Oh, whose girl is this?"

While making pancakes, Lin Xiuer briefly recounted what happened at the town entrance yesterday.

No matter how the drunken old man tried to sell his daughter, or how the matchmaker tried to lower the price, she couldn't help but punch the old man.

How did they find the indenture written by Master Mei and how did they bring the person home?

Hu Yidao's face darkened upon hearing this.

"That old bastard doesn't even deserve to be a father!" he spat. "Selling his daughter for money for alcohol? Is he even human?!"

Several neighbors who were queuing nearby also heard it and came over to ask.

Lin Xiuer repeated what she had said.

For a time, the area around Caishikou was filled with curses.

"Good job, Madam Lin! People like that deserve to be beaten to death!"

"A daughter is a person too! How could she be sold to a place like that!"

"Madam Lin is kind-hearted; this girl is truly blessed to be with you."

Xiao He stood behind Lin Xiuer, listening to those words, her head down, lips pursed, and she remained silent.

But she clutched the hem of her clothes, her eyes a little red.

Once the first pancake was cooked, Lin Xiuer brushed it with sauce, added meat, wrapped it in oil paper, and handed it to Hu Yidao.

Hu Yidao took it, took a big bite, and walked away with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Lin Xiuer made another one and handed it to Xiao He.

"Try it."

Xiao He held the hot pancake, hesitant to take a bite.

So delicious.

The aroma wafted into her nose, making her mouth water.

She took a small, careful bite.

The outer layer is crispy with a satisfying crunch, while the inside is filled with tender and flavorful eggs and meat slices, and the sauce has a perfect balance of salty and sweet.

The aroma of scallions and the tangy, spicy, and crunchy flavor of diced radish explode in your mouth.

Xiao He was stunned.

She held the biscuit in her mouth, forgetting to chew and swallow, as if she were frozen in place.

She had eaten many good things while serving in the Imperial Guard.

The pastries bestowed by the imperial kitchen, the banquets granted by the palace, and the exquisite food that I occasionally ate with Cui Mingyue.

But she had never eaten anything that smelled so good before.

This simple pancake, standing on the street, wrapped in oil paper, still warm, how could it...

She took another bite.

This time she closed her eyes, chewed slowly, and savored it carefully.

good to eat.

too delicious.

The aroma of meat, noodles, sauce, eggs, and scallions...

Layer by layer, it spreads across the tip of the tongue, finally converging into a warm current that slides from the throat all the way down to the stomach.

The comfort spread from my stomach to every part of my body, as if my whole being had been cleansed.

When she opened her eyes again, the surrounding liveliness seemed to have faded away.

All she knew was that the pancake in her hand was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten in her life.

Seeing her so engrossed in her food, Lin Xiuer couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong? Have you eaten yourself silly?"

Xiaohe snapped out of her daze, her face slightly flushed, and whispered, "Sister, this pancake...it's so delicious."

Lin Xiuer smiled even more happily: "Eat more if you like it, I'll make it for you every day from now on."

Xiao He nodded, took another bite, and this time she didn't hesitate. She took small bites and savored the taste carefully.

Her eyes kept glancing into the queue.

The queue started in front of Lin Xiuer's stall, winding its way far away, all the way to the old locust tree at the entrance of the market.

Xiao He clicked her tongue in amazement.

She had seen those famous restaurants in the capital, the roast duck shop on East Street, the mutton shop in West Market, and the pastry shop in South City, all of which were always packed with people.

But those are all established brands with shops and a long history, passed down through generations.

She had never seen anyone like Lin Xiuer, with just a small cart, a griddle, and a stove, manage to get so many people lining up to wait.

Watching Lin Xiuer busy at work, she suddenly felt a sense of pride.

This is her older sister, Lin.

The older sister who named her, washed her hair, and said she would make her new clothes.

Lin Xiuer's hands flew as she made pancakes, spread sauce, added meat, and packed them up. She chatted with the neighbors waiting in line as she worked.

"Grandpa, why didn't your grandson come?"

"He's practicing calligraphy at home; I'll take some back to him later!"

Xiao He felt a warm feeling in her heart as she listened to these everyday conversations and saw the smiles on their faces.

She stood by the stall, holding a pancake, eating it bite by bite, but her eyes began to look around.

This is her habit: when she arrives in a new place, she first familiarizes herself with the surrounding environment.

Caishikou is a small street running north to south, with stalls on both sides.

Vegetable vendors, meat vendors, fish vendors, cloth vendors, and general merchandise vendors lined up one after another. The place was bustling with noise and activity.

Her gaze slowly swept over the stalls and stopped at the one diagonally opposite.

There was a small stall there, with a low table, a pulse pillow, and a few simple medicinal herbs.

Behind the table sat a traveling doctor named Shen Qing.

Xiao He's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it on her face.

He's still here setting up his stall today, acting like nothing's wrong, smiling as he takes an old lady's pulse.

Xiao He looked away and continued eating her pancake.

Is Shen Qing planning to keep a close watch on things? Or does he have other plans?

she does not know.

All she knew was that she had to act like a newly adopted little girl who knew nothing.

While making pancakes, Lin Xiuer's gaze kept drifting to the opposite side of the table.

That itinerant doctor is here again.

It was still the same low table, the same pulse pillow, and the same few simple medicinal herbs.

He sat there, taking the pulses of the old men and women, occasionally inserting acupuncture needles, and charging three or five coins for his consultation.

With a kind smile, he looked like an ordinary itinerant doctor.