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

Zhang Mazi was sent out on an errand by Master Zhao early in the morning and was already starving. The aroma made his mouth water.

This smells absolutely amazing!

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and the "I won't eat" that was on the tip of his tongue abruptly changed to: "...Then, I'll try it."

The slices of pork belly, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, quickly changed color and curled up on the scalding hot griddle.

The oil seeps out, and the meat slices marinated with spice powder become even more fragrant.

Lin Xiuer deftly rolled out the thin pancake, poured in the egg, flipped it over, brushed on the sauce, added the filling... her movements were fluid and graceful.

The aroma of meat and noodles filled the morning air, and the queue of people buzzed with anticipation.

Zhang Mazi took the first hot, oily deluxe set meal of roasted meat pie and couldn't wait to take a big bite.

Although it was a little hot, the crispy outer layer, the soft egg yolk, the savory and slightly spicy sauce, and the perfectly marbled, crispy slices of meat were all delicious.

There are also tangy and crunchy pickled vegetable pieces and refreshing leafy greens... all kinds of flavors explode in your mouth!

His eyes widened instantly, and he forgot to chew, making a muffled "hmm" sound before his cheeks began to puff up rapidly. All thoughts of image, aloofness, and reserve were thrown to the back of his mind.

He savored the delicious food, bite after bite, completely absorbed in the flavor, but before he could even enjoy it to his heart's content, the pancake was gone!

"Lin Da Pang, one more!"

Slanted-eyed Liu, watching from the side, swallowed hard and joined in. His one eye was always on guard duty, the other on watch, and no one could ever tell where he was looking.

"Fatty Lin, give me one too."

Just as Lin Xiuer was busy dealing with these two distinguished guests from Xinglongfang, on the other side of Caishikou, Chen Mingxuan was dragging his cook, Zhang Ma, and running towards them.

"Oh dear, Aunt Zhang, hurry up! If we're any later, we won't be able to get in line!"

Chen Mingxuan was in a hurry. Yesterday, Hu Yidao's description of how delicious the pancake was made him very eager to try it, so he got up very early today.

Poor Zhang Ma, who was over fifty years old, was dragged along by a tall, 20-year-old young man until she was out of breath and her face turned pale.

"Young master... wait, wait... what kind of pancake do you want? Can't I just go back and make it for you? Why come out to buy it so early in the morning?"

"Can you make the same thing?" Chen Mingxuan asked without turning his head, his eyes fixed anxiously on the ever-growing queue beside Hu Yidao's stall. "That's it! Hurry!"

When he finally managed to get close to Zhang Ma, who was almost out of breath from running, he saw Zhang Mazi eating a pancake with his mouth greasy and completely absorbed in the food. His jaw almost dropped.

This pockmarked man usually works as a bouncer at the gambling den. He's a big shot, always acting all high and mighty, like a stranger shouldn't be near him.

But looking at the way he's eating the pancake now, there's not a trace of his usual imposing manner left.

"Brother Ma Zi? You're here too!"

Chen Mingxuan exclaimed in surprise, then turned to Lin Xiuer, who was so busy she didn't even look up, "Xiuer! Quick, make me a few too! Pay me!"

He pulled out a one-tael silver coin and slammed it on the cutting board. "I want... one, two, three... never mind, let's make ten first! There are a lot of people in my family! We'll deal with the money later!"

Lin Xiuer was getting a headache from Liu's squinty-eyed nagging. "I don't need that much, I'll find you in a bit."

"What are you looking for! We're like family!" Chen Mingxuan waved his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the sizzling meat on the grill, his mouth watering.

After finishing his food, Zhang Mazi licked his lips and glanced at the next dish being prepared on the griddle.

Liu, with his slanted eyes, was so anxious he was stamping his feet. His "watchdog" eye was practically crossed: "Boss! Isn't it my turn? You've already eaten five!"

The people in line behind couldn't help but shout, "Zhang Mazi, have you had enough? We're still waiting!"

"Exactly, they've become addicted to freeloading, don't they have any shame?"

"Why are people cutting in line? Boss lady, please do my turn first! I'm in a hurry to get to work!"

Zhang Mazi was a little embarrassed by what was said. He glared at the person who spoke. Who could blame him for not being able to move because the pancake smelled so good?

Lin Xiuer's hands moved so fast they left afterimages, and she still had to coax her with her words.

"Alright, alright, don't rush me, we'll give them to you when they're cooked! Brother Ma, just a moment, look at your next one, the guy behind you, please wait a bit, Young Master Chen, please be patient."

"Brother Hu, don't worry, you're next! And everyone else, don't rush, there's a share for everyone!"

Lin Xiuer was so busy that sparks flew from the spatula she was swinging, and she didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from her forehead. As the dough on the griddle puffed up, she quickly poked holes, poured in the egg, and flipped it over.

Squinting Liu leaned over the cutting board, scratching his head impatiently, "Is it done yet, Fatty Lin? Shouldn't it be my turn now? This one's mine!"

Zhang Mazi slowly swallowed the last bite of his pancake, glanced at the slanted-eyed Liu, and didn't say anything. But that look made the slanted-eyed Liu shrink back and dare not urge him any further. He could only watch longingly.

The area in front of the stalls was bustling with noise, filled with enticing aromas and a cacophony of voices.

Amidst this hustle and bustle, on another street not far from the market, a fat man dressed in ill-fitting shorts was leading two servants on his morning jog as part of his health regimen.

This man was Wu Liangcai, who was gritting his teeth and jogging in the morning to save his life.

He was panting heavily, his face pale, his mind filled with the agonizingly bland taste of boiled vegetables.

Just as I was imagining the wonderful taste of braised pork knuckle and roast duck to motivate myself, a faint yet extremely tempting aroma of food drifted over on the morning breeze.

Wu Liangcai sniffed. "Holy crap! What's that smell? It smells amazing! Can you guys smell it?"

The two servants shook their heads blankly, wondering if their young master was hallucinating from hunger.

"Young master, I think we should go home for dinner. You can't keep going hungry."

Wu Liangcai had been eating boiled vegetable leaves for two days, and now his sense of smell seemed to be particularly sensitive to the aroma of oil and meat.

At this moment, the aroma was like a spring in the desert to him, a delicacy in the eyes of a hungry ghost! It instantly awakened all his dormant cravings.

The aroma is very special, with a salty and mellow flavor and a hint of irresistible freshness, as well as a strange sense of familiarity. I can't remember where I've smelled it before.

He sniffed hard, his feet completely out of his control, and he staggered toward the direction the scent was coming from.

The closer he got to the market, the stronger and more overpowering the aroma became. By the time he finally moved to the vicinity of Butcher Hu's meat stall, the aroma was so intense that it seemed to penetrate every hungry cell in his body.

The aroma emanated from the steaming cart, surrounded by people. Then he saw the plump figure bustling about behind it…

Wu Liangcai's eyes widened suddenly. He didn't even have time to catch his breath. He pushed aside the people blocking his way and rushed to the stall in a few steps.