Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Gan Yuwan was thinking about that piece of white lard, and was happily planning to cook a pot of oily vegetable soup for her five daughters that evening, when she heard her youngest daughter's thoughts.

She was even beaten by the servants and thrown out of the manor, ruining her reputation and causing no one to ever invite her to banquets again.

The family lost an income source. Her mother was the subject of gossip wherever she went; she had a fiery temper and was always fighting with people. Finally, she blamed the Huang family, and later, when they held a banquet, she sneaked into the kitchen and poisoned the food—a table full of more than ten people, all of whom died…

The color drained from Gan Yuwan's face instantly.

That voice was still sighing in her mind.

Why waste your whole life on something so trivial...?

Gan Yuwan froze on the spot, the hairs on the back of her body standing on end.

She carefully touched the lard she was holding—it was white and greasy, weighing a full two pounds, enough for her family to eat for half a month.

But now she felt that the piece of lard was like a red-hot iron, burning her heart with pain...

What are you doing?

Aunt Liang's voice suddenly exploded from behind.

Gan Yuwan shuddered violently, her knees buckled, and she almost knelt down on the spot.

"Stop dawdling! You're already late, are you not planning to take this job?"

Gan Yuwan turned her head stiffly. Aunt Liang's square face was drawn long, and her eyes swept over Gan Yuwan like knives.

Fortunately, after scolding him, Aunt Liang turned to scolding others.

Gan Yuwan felt her back was soaked with cold sweat. She gritted her teeth, stuffed the piece of lard back into its place, and put it back in its original spot.

As the old saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry.

She shouldn't risk her life for a piece of lard.

She supports five daughters in her family. What will happen to those five girls if she's gone?

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, took a deep breath, and continued working, this time not daring to steal anything.

A middle-aged manager rushed in, his forehead covered in sweat: "Aunt Liang! Aunt Liang! Do you have anyone here who can make soup?"

The kitchen was quiet for a moment, then resumed its busy work.

Aunt Liang looked at her with surprise: "Making soup? Who drinks soup in the north? We have plenty of leftover vegetable broth from stir-fries, though."

The steward wiped his face: "Today the host invited a guest from the south, who said that they must drink soup before the meal. So he asked me to quickly find someone to cook it; the guest will arrive in an hour!"

Aunt Liang turned to ask the chefs.

They all shook their heads.

At this moment, a woman timidly raised her hand from the corner, her voice barely audible: "Rice...rice porridge, will that work? I only know how to make rice porridge."

The steward scratched his head: "I heard that there isn't even millet in the south, so why would they drink rice porridge?"

The room fell even more silent.

Yun Shengsheng rested her chin on her hand and looked at them, silently rolling her eyes.

Soup is so easy to make! Just boil the ingredients in water, add some seasonings, and you have soup.

[The CEO used to have a sensitive stomach, so I was always the one who made soup for him.]

To save time, I made the simplest winter melon and pork rib soup.

Blanch the pork ribs in cold water until boiling, skimming off the foam. Remove the ribs and rinse them thoroughly. Add ginger slices and hot water to the ribs and simmer for 45 minutes. Peel and thickly slice the winter melon, add it to the broth, and simmer for another 45 minutes, until translucent. Sprinkle with goji berries and a pinch of salt. No oil is needed; the broth is incredibly flavorful!

Gan Yuwan was stunned.

With her years of cooking experience, it certainly doesn't sound difficult.

Her eyes darted around. This was an opportunity. If she made a good soup and impressed the host, people would definitely want to hire her for future banquets, and the reward would be more than what she would get for chopping vegetables and washing dishes.

But what if it goes wrong?

As she hesitated, a gentle voice suddenly rang out.

"I do know how to make a soup from the south. Why don't you let me try?"

Gan Yuwan suddenly turned her head to look—it was her sister-in-law, Liang Dahua.

He was also her arch-enemy.

The two women married into the Yun family one after the other.

Liang Dahua married Yun Huai'an, the eldest son of the Yun family, and had three sons and two daughters. She was very much loved by her parents-in-law.

On the other hand, she herself was not valued by her in-laws after marrying the second son, Yun Huaikang. She also gave birth to five daughters in a row, and her in-laws treated her with contempt.

When the family divided their property before, because they had no sons, they received the least amount of money, grain, or land.

Just thinking about it makes me angry.

Yun Shengsheng was also taken aback when she saw the other person.

[Oh, right! In the original story, my mother was thrown out for stealing, and her reputation was ruined. But the female lead's mother, Liang Dahua, became famous overnight simply because she made a soup that the family praised, and she received double the reward.]

From then on, everyone invited her to their banquets. Later, she simply opened a restaurant in the small town, and thanks to her protagonist aura, her business grew bigger and bigger, expanding from the small town to the county, from the county to the provincial capital, and finally to the capital city.

Yun Shengsheng paused for a moment, then added a sentence.

At that time, my mother was executed in the autumn for poisoning more than a dozen people...

How heartbreaking...

Gan Yuwan's mind went blank.

She glared at Liang Dahua's gentle, smiling face, wishing she could go over and tear it to shreds.

On what grounds?

Why is it that she was beaten, driven away, and had her reputation ruined, while this sister-in-law is living a life of endless glory and smooth sailing?

Why is it that she deserves to be unlucky while Liang Dahua is entitled to enjoy happiness, even though they are the same sisters-in-law?

Gan Yuwan has always been a competitive person. If others say she can't do it, she'll insist on doing it; if others say she's inferior to others, she'll insist on surpassing them.

She gave a cold laugh, not loud, but clear enough for the entire kitchen to hear.

"I really didn't know my sister-in-law could make soup." She raised an eyebrow. "Looks like I, as her younger brother's wife, am unlucky; living in the same village, I've never tasted her cooking."

Liang Dahua's smile froze for a moment.

Gan Yuwan didn't give her a chance to speak, turning to the steward and saying, "But sister-in-law has reminded me. I can also make a soup, although it's not the southern style, but it tastes quite good. Since it's to help the master, why don't I give it a try?"

Aunt Liang's face turned green instantly.

Both of these people are from her husband's village. She called them over to help because she thought they were hardworking and honest, but they've both ended up causing her trouble.

She had never heard of them making any kind of soup.

Unfortunately, before she could even voice her objection, the manager slapped his thigh: "You know how to make it? Then hurry up! The guests will arrive in an hour; we can't afford to wait!"

Aunt Liang swallowed back the words she was about to say and glared fiercely at the two of them.

Just wait, if they mess things up, see how she deals with them...

Gan Yuwan met her gaze without changing her expression, but her mind was already racing.

Pork ribs, winter melon, ginger, salt, and goji berries.

She remembered it, rolled up her sleeves, and gave a determined smile...