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

The crispy and spicy crab is ready to serve on a large earthenware plate. It is bright red and oily, with a crispy shell and is decorated with caramelized chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, giving it an irresistible aroma.

Just then, the water in the other pot also boiled.

Lin Xiuer put the wrapped wontons into the pot and gently pushed them apart with the back of a spoon to prevent them from sticking together.

The wontons floated and sank in the boiling water, their thin wrappers gradually revealing the pale green and tender yellow of the shepherd's purse and egg filling inside, making them look like plump little ingots.

The bowl already had a simple broth prepared—a little salt, lard, chopped green onions, dried shrimp, and two drops of soy sauce.

When the wontons are all cooked until they float to the surface and the wrappers are translucent, ladle the wontons and broth into a bowl. The clear broth, the white and green wontons, and the garnish of bright green scallions and dried shrimp make it look refreshing and vibrant.

"Dinner's ready!"

The broken wooden tables in the main room were pieced together, barely enough to seat people.

In the center was a large plate of bright red, fragrant, crispy crab, surrounded by bowls of steaming shepherd's purse wontons.

Wu Liangcai couldn't wait any longer and picked up a crab first. He took a bite, and with a "crunch," the crispy shell shattered between his teeth.

The spicy, salty, and savory flavors instantly fill your mouth, perfectly highlighting the crab's unique sweetness, making it more and more fragrant with each chew.

"It smells so good! It smells amazing!" He gasped for breath from the spiciness, but couldn't bear to stop, praising it indistinctly.

Then he scooped up another wonton, blew on it, and put the whole thing in his mouth.

The wonton wrappers are smooth and chewy. When you bite into them, the unique, fresh sweetness of shepherd's purse, carrying the scent of the mountains, immediately bursts out, mixed with the rich aroma of scrambled eggs and the oiliness of pork cracklings. The mouth is full of fragrance and not greasy at all.

Take another sip of clear soup, and the warmth instantly spreads from your stomach to every part of your body.

Chen Mingxuan ate without even looking up.

The crispy crab was spicy and addictive, while the shepherd's purse wontons were refreshing and comforting. The two completely different delicacies alternated and assaulted his taste buds, leaving even this rich young master, who was used to fine cuisine, in awe.

Even the slight fishy smell of crab has been completely removed, leaving only the ultimate freshness and aroma.

Hu Yidao ate with great relish, holding a crab in one hand and a bowl of wontons in the other, sweating as he ate, repeatedly praising the food.

Even Wang Shi and Xiao Bao ate with beaming smiles. Xiao Bao carefully nibbled on the crispy crab that Lin Xiuer had specially saved for him, which didn't have any wild chili peppers, his little mouth glistening with oil.

Especially when Wu Liangcai swallowed the last bite of wonton, he patted his belly contentedly and announced loudly.

"Sister Lin, I'm coming again tomorrow! Hiking and digging for wild vegetables is so much fun! It's much better than just running laps around town!"

"After training, there's also the heavenly food my sister makes... If I had a place to sleep here, I wouldn't want to go back to Peach Blossom Town!"

Chen Mingxuan immediately raised his hand in agreement: "Count me in! I'll be back to catch crabs tomorrow! These crispy crabs are amazing! And most importantly—"

He drawled out the words, looking relieved, "I don't have to go home and face those tattered account books that look like gibberish, listening to my old man nagging."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had found some wonderful paradise.

It seems that people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

While some were happy, another male host, though eating quietly, grew increasingly cold as Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan's conversation became more and more animated, his aura almost freezing.

Ping An's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the chopsticks, her knuckles turning somewhat white.

He raised his eyes and coldly swept his gaze over the two young masters who were laughing carefree, treating this place as a free playground and canteen. His thin lips pressed into a sharp line.

His eyes seemed to say he wanted nothing more than to pack up these two noisy "outsiders" who were trying to monopolize his wife's time and attention, along with their servants, and throw them back into town.

Night fell, the stars were sparse, and the crescent moon hung on the treetops, casting a cool, pale light.

After finally seeing off Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan, who had enjoyed themselves to the fullest and were so engrossed in their fun that they had made plans to come back tomorrow.

Lin Xiuer, Ping An, and Hu Yidao didn't dare to delay. After quickly tidying up, they took advantage of the darkness to quietly begin their grand plan.

Instead of taking the main road, the three of them quietly made their way to the west end of the town along a deserted path on the edge of the village.

The further you go, the fewer lights and voices there are, as if the hustle and bustle of Peach Blossom Town during the day is blocked out by an invisible barrier.

"It's just ahead." Hu Yidao lowered his voice and pointed to an even darker area ahead.

When they arrived near the legendary desolate garden, the surroundings were deathly silent; not even the barking of dogs could be heard.

According to Lao Hu, this area was originally considered quite nice. More than a decade ago, wealthy families in the town liked to build villas here for peace and quiet.

Even the town's only school was built here.

But ever since that official who committed a crime and fell from power was executed along with his entire family, trouble has arisen.

Especially the open space right next to the west wall of the garden.

It is said that a daring former servant secretly brought back the master's remains and buried them in the wasteland around the old house.

From then on, things became unsettled there. Rumors spread that the desolate garden and cemetery were filled with resentment and that ghosts cried out at night, becoming increasingly terrifying.

With the Black Fish Gang later taking over the area, even fewer people were willing to settle down here.

So much so that over the years, people would rather crowd towards the East Wharf than get close to this area.

This has allowed the place to maintain a desolate and quiet atmosphere that is completely out of place with the increasingly prosperous Peach Blossom Town.

They stopped outside a tall, blue-brick wall covered with withered vines and moss.

Large sections of plaster have peeled off, revealing the mottled bricks and stones beneath. The wall stretches quite far, and even in the darkness, the former scale and grandeur of the mansion are still evident.

This is the legendary haunted abandoned garden.

The main entrance consists of two heavy wooden doors, which are crooked and half-open due to years of disrepair. The brass rings on the doors are rusty and make a tooth-grinding "creak" sound in the breeze.

The three exchanged a glance, avoided the main gate, went around to a gap formed by the collapse of the wall on the side, and crawled inside.

Ping An went first, flipped over lightly, landed silently, and then reached out to catch Lin Xiuer.

Hu Yidao followed closely behind.

Upon entering the garden, a damp, musty smell and the stench of decaying vegetation assaulted the senses. The moonlight stingily cast a sliver of light, barely enough to make out the outlines.

The desolate scene inside the park is far more dilapidated and bleak than it appears from the outside, and it covers a much larger area.

A night breeze swept by, emitting a faint, mournful sound, adding to the eeriness of the dilapidated garden.

Beneath my feet lay a thick layer of withered leaves and broken tiles, accumulated over countless years, making a rustling sound as I stepped on them.

The huge courtyard should have been paved with smooth bluestone slabs or pebbles.

Now covered by waist-high weeds and wild wormwood stubbornly sprouting from the cracks, its original appearance is almost unrecognizable.

The stone slabs are broken and dented, making the path difficult to discern, winding its way into the deep interior of the house.