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

"Sister Lin... Sister Lin! So that irresistible fragrance was coming from here!"

His eyes were practically glued to the griddle as he stared at the golden, glistening, sizzling pancakes, sniffing hard.

"I'm so hungry for it!" He swallowed hard, his voice trembling with tears.

"It smells so good! I could smell it from far away! Sister Lin, please, just one!"

To ward off the impending bloodshed, he's been eating very little these past two days, and going for a run every morning. He's genuinely starving and can barely hold on any longer.

Lin Xiuer was busy making pancakes for Chen Mingxuan when she looked up and was startled to find Wu Liangcai staring intently at the pancakes.

Wu Liangcai was staring intently at the sizzling meat slices on the hot plate, his mouth watering so much that it almost dripped onto the griddle.

It looked like a wolf cub that hadn't eaten for three days and had finally seen meat; its eyes gleamed with a green light.

The longing was so intense, like someone who hadn't eaten in eight hundred years; his lips trembled, as if he was about to burst into tears of grievance at any moment.

He looked at Lin Xiuer with a pitiful expression, looking incredibly pathetic.

"Hey buddy, what happened to you? It's only been two days, how come you're starving like this?"

Lin Xiuer was like a well-fed man who didn't know the hunger of an starving man. She relied on the spiritual spring water to survive. When she was hungry, she would drink a sip and immediately feel energetic, and she wouldn't feel hungry for half a day.

Therefore, losing weight was not difficult for her; on the contrary, it also improved her health.

She naturally couldn't understand what it felt like for a spoiled young master who had been pampered with fine clothes and meat since childhood to be forced to eat only bland food for two days.

That feeling was more than just hunger; it was an emptiness and torment that tore at my heartstrings.

Seeing Wu Liangcai looking like he was about to faint from hunger, Lin Xiuer was afraid that this good-for-nothing young master would really starve himself to death.

"Don't rush, little brother, it'll be ready soon." She worked even faster, quickly brushing sauce onto the freshly made pancake, adding vegetables, and handing it over.

Wu Liangcai stretched out his hands and excitedly accepted the fragrant, steaming egg pancake that Lin Xiuer handed him. His eyes were filled with gratitude, almost like little stars.

He carefully held the pancake, took a deep breath of the rich meaty aroma, the fragrance filling his nostrils and reaching the depths of his soul, before opening his mouth wide and taking a big bite.

Crispy, tender, salty, oily... a variety of flavors exploded in his mouth at once, and as he chewed, his eyes actually turned a little red.

This smells so good and tastes so delicious! How can Sister Lin's pancakes smell so good!

He'd eaten his fair share of delicacies in his life, but he'd never thought a pancake could be so delicious it made him want to cry.

It's not just fragrant; after a few bites, a warm feeling rises from my stomach and spreads throughout my body, even dispelling the fatigue from my morning run, leaving me with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Little did others know that Lin Xiuer had secretly added diluted spiritual spring water to the water used to make the dough and the secret sauce she made, making the taste and feeling of fullness far superior to the ordinary.

While eating, he urged the servant to give him money, but his eyes were still fixed on the next pancake that Lin Xiuer was making.

The servants were frantically counting the copper coins when Wu Liangcai grew impatient. He snatched the money bag, pulled out a piece of silver, and slammed it onto the chopping board.

"What are you counting for! These pancakes are so delicious, how can you not give me more?!"

Wu Liangcai was deeply moved as he ate his pancake, while Zhang Mazi, who had been pushed aside, had already finished his sixth pancake.

He smacked his lips; it really was delicious. He ate six of them before he felt satisfied.

He was actually already full, but the aroma of the pancakes made him unable to stop eating until he could no longer eat.

Looking at Wu Liangcai holding the cake like it was a life-saving elixir, eating it with a satisfied expression as if he were about to ascend to heaven, Zhang Mazi became even more suspicious.

Why is this young master Wu so familiar with Lin Da Pang? He even calls her "sister" repeatedly.

He originally wanted to stay a little longer and observe more.

Seeing that everyone else was paying, especially the two young masters who each gave an ounce, he felt too embarrassed to continue occupying the stall and eating for free.

Wu Liangcai was clearly not done eating yet, and was eagerly waiting for the next one.

Zhang Mazi, being a street hustler, still has a good eye for things.

Village head Wu Shiren had a son late in life, and Wu Liangcai was his only son. In Taohua Town, Wu Liangcai was an unreasonable little tyrant, and he didn't want to mess with him.

"Let's go, Lin Da Pang, do a good job. Master Zhao is waiting to collect his money at the end of the month."

Zhang Mazi gave a perfunctory remark, then nudged Liu, who was still struggling to swallow his fifth pancake, with his elbow, signaling him it was time to leave.

Liu, who was eating too fast, choked so badly that his eyes rolled back. He quickly gulped down some water and mumbled, "Hey, boss... wait for me."

Zhang Mazi glanced again at the still bustling scene in front of the stall and Lin Xiuer's busy figure, and made up his mind.

This Lin Da Pang seems to not only have good skills, but also some connections. At least with Wu Liangcai, he's a variable.

He needs to hurry back and explain the situation to Master Zhao.

Even if I want to collect the debt from Lin Xiuer in the future, I'll probably have to be careful. If that little tyrant from the Wu family decides to get involved, things could get a bit complicated.

Chen Mingxuan's ten pancakes, which were already made, were taken home by Zhang Ma. He himself stayed by Lin Xiuer's stall, reluctant to leave because of the sizzling aroma of the meat.

"Xiuer, could you make one for me too? I want to eat it here, and the aroma of the meat makes it even more delicious."

Lin Xiuer naturally couldn't refuse this generous customer who had just paid an ounce of silver.

"Okay, you're paying more, so you get to decide."

Wu Liangcai finished the pancake and licked his fingers, which were still covered in sauce, with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

The alluring fragrance still lingered in his nose, and his eyes turned to Lin Xiuer with longing, like a large dog waiting to be fed.

Lin Xiuer had already started rolling out the next pancake when she noticed his greedy look: "Okay, I'll make you another one. You've been running around all morning, you need to eat something."

This little tyrant was also given a whole tael of silver, so we can't afford to offend him.

"Thank you, Sister Lin!" Wu Liangcai immediately beamed and quickly told the servant to pay the bill.

"No need, no need, you gave me more than enough just now, this is on me!" Lin Xiuer quickly waved her hand.

"How can that be!" Wu Liangcai insisted. "Sister Lin saved my life and gave me such fragrant and delicious pancakes! Quick, pay up!"

The servant had no choice but to take out his money pouch again.

And so, this strange scene appeared in front of the stall.

The young master of Chen's Rice Shop and the only son of the village head of Peach Blossom Town stood on either side of Lin Xiuer's pancake stall.

One ignored Ping An's increasingly cold expression, and the other disregarded the grumbling and accusations from the people queuing behind them, stubbornly refusing to budge from the stall.

Chen Mingxuan didn't want to go home. Going back meant facing his father's account books and nagging. It was much more lively and comfortable here. There were fragrant cakes to eat and Old Hu to chat with.

Wu Liangcai was completely captivated by the irresistible aroma of the meat.

Even if I can't eat much, just smelling this aroma makes me feel that the hardship of the past two days has not been in vain. I feel comfortable, as if inhaling the fragrance alone would fill me up.

The people queuing behind them watched as the two young masters stood guard over the small pancake stall like two door gods.

It was both infuriating and hilarious to watch, but no one dared to actually chase these two gentlemen away.