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

Wu Liangcai held the second pancake and ate it slowly. He couldn't help but lean over to Lin Xiuer and start pouring out his grievances with a bitter face.

"Sister Lin, you have no idea..."

His voice was filled with deep grievance, "Brother, what have I been through these past two days? I've never suffered like this in my entire life!"

As he spoke, his eyes reddened again, and the grievance on his face was almost overflowing. Coupled with his haggard appearance from being extremely hungry, he looked quite pitiful.

Lin Xiuer was deftly flipping the pancakes when she heard this, and she was both amused and exasperated: "It's just eating vegetarian food, is it that hard? Didn't I say you can eat chicken occasionally?"

"How can that be the same?" Wu Liangcai sniffed, taking a deep breath of the irresistible aroma of meat filling the air, his voice sounding even more aggrieved.

"The food my cook makes is bland and tasteless!"

"If he had even a tiny bit of Sister Lin's... no, just a fraction of her cooking skills, I wouldn't be crying over the food every day!"

He stared at the sizzling, oily slices of meat on the hot plate, his eyes almost glued to the food.

"No, your chef just serves you boiled vegetables without any seasoning?" Lin Xiuer asked, puzzled. Even if you're a vegetarian, you shouldn't just eat boiled vegetables, right?

"Ugh, don't even mention it. His cooking is still awful no matter what salt and seasoning he puts in it."

Chen Mingxuan, on the other hand, was much more relaxed.

He slowly munched on his pancake, occasionally sidling up to Hu Yidao's meat stall to watch him chop bones, chatting idly for a bit.

He wandered back to the pancake stall a while later, his eyes darting between the busy Lin Xiuer and the cold-blooded Ping An.

Finally, he fearlessly approached Ping An and, with a grin, inquired about his background.

"Hey bro, I heard from Lao Hu that you're pretty skilled. Where are you from? You don't look like a local. How old are you? Do you have any family members?"

His question was natural; to anyone else, it would have been just casual conversation. But to Ping An, it felt like being pricked by needles.

Where did he come from? How would he know?

How old? I don't know.

Who lives in the family? (Blank space)

Chen Mingxuan's unintentional question struck at the deepest and most bewildering void in the man's memory.

A surge of irritation and cold anger rose uncontrollably from the depths of my heart.

Ping An's hand, which was holding the fire tongs to add firewood, slowly tightened, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

He didn't look up or answer, but the oppressive aura emanating from him instantly dropped several degrees.

Even Lin Xiuer, who was focused on making pancakes, felt a chill on the back of her neck. This young master Chen really knew how to bring up the most sensitive topics. Why did he have to provoke her for no reason?

She quickly spoke up to change the subject, trying to ease the awkward and dangerous atmosphere.

"Young Master Chen, why are you so interested in other people's family affairs today? If I remember correctly, you already have two beautiful wives and concubines at home, right? Could it be...?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear, which made several regular customers nearby chuckle.

Seeing that Lin Xiuer had misunderstood him, Chen Mingxuan felt embarrassed and was about to retort when Wu Liangcai, who was eating a pancake next to him, interrupted him.

"Oh! Sister Lin, you don't know this, do you? My brother Xuan often complains to me that his two wives are so boring!"

"All he does all day is nag about the account books and tell me to study harder so I can pass the imperial examinations. None of him is as sensible and charming as Ruyan from Wanfu Teahouse, who can sing and talk so well!"

He swallowed the biscuit in his mouth and winked at Chen Mingxuan: "He's staying here right now, probably waiting for the teahouse to open so he can go find his Ruyan girl to listen to music and relieve his boredom! Isn't that right, Brother Xuan?"

Chen Mingxuan, realizing he'd hit the nail on the head, looked a little embarrassed. He glared at Wu Liangcai but didn't deny it.

He just scratched his ear and hummed, "Brother Wu, you're joking. You're just making fun of your little brother."

As the sun climbed to its zenith, the last bit of noodles that Lin Xiuer had brought was gone.

She wiped the sweat from her brow and prepared to pack up and go home.

But when she looked up, she met Wu Liangcai's eyes, which were filled with reluctance and longing as he gazed at her.

The young master stood stubbornly by the cart, inhaling the lingering fragrance in the air, without moving an inch.

The way she acted made it seem as if Lin Xiuer was packing up and leaving meant to cut off his livelihood.

Lin Xiuer had a bit of a headache.

She persuaded people to adopt a health-conscious, vegetarian diet, and it was the aroma of her pancakes that lured them there.

Seeing Wu Liangcai's pitiful state after being starved for two days, tasting a little meat only to be about to be stripped back to his original state, she really couldn't bring herself to just kick him out.

Besides, the money this gentleman gave me today is more than enough to buy twenty or thirty cakes.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Since she'd already charged them "extra" for the meal, why not offer them some "special" services as a return favor? And besides…

She glanced at Wu Liangcai's flabby body and pale face due to lack of exercise, and then thought of the inexhaustible treasure trove in the back mountain.

"Brother," Lin Xiuer stopped cleaning the iron plate and waved to Wu Liangcai.

"If you don't mind, come home with me later, I'll treat you to dinner."

Upon hearing the word "eat," Wu Liangcai's eyes lit up instantly, like two small lanterns.

Lin Xiuer continued, "Although my family eats simple meals, it's still better than the watery soup your cook makes. Besides—"

She paused deliberately, "I can also take you for a walk in the back mountain. The air is fresh in the mountains, and hiking can help you stretch your muscles and bones. We can also pick some fresh wild vegetables and fruits along the way."

"Just imagine, you'll pick these fresh, crisp wild vegetables yourself, and I'll cook them for you. I guarantee they'll be even more delicious than the pancakes you had today. Want to come?"

Hiking? Picking wild vegetables? Freshly cooked wild vegetables?

This was something completely new and unheard of for Wu Liangcai, who had grown up in luxury and always traveled by sedan chair or horseback.

His mind immediately conjured up images of hermits gathering herbs in the deep mountains and chivalrous heroes stumbling upon magical herbs from storybooks.

Although I knew it was unrealistic, the allure of that "rustic" experience was just too great. Not to mention, there was Lin Xiuer's promise that her cooking was "even better than pancakes"!

"Go! Of course I'll go!" Thinking of Lin Xiuer's cooking skills, Wu Liangcai nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid that Lin Xiuer would change her mind.

The two servants behind him looked at each other, wanting to offer advice but not daring to speak.

If the young master goes to eat in such a rural place and even goes up the mountain to dig wild vegetables himself, the master will probably be furious and won't let them off the hook.

"Young master, isn't this inappropriate?" a servant asked tentatively.

"What's wrong with this? What's inappropriate about it?" Wu Liangcai glared at him.

"Sister Lin is a master who saved my life! What's wrong with having a meal at her house? Do you need to question Sister Lin's cooking skills? If you're not happy, go back home!"

The servants immediately fell silent, not daring to offer any further advice.