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

Yun Shengsheng was truly surprised that her mother would volunteer to make the soup.

But then I thought about it again, and realized her mother was indeed a skilled cook, so I didn't take it too seriously. Anyway, as long as it tasted decent, that was fine; a wealthy family in the county probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Her entire focus was now on Liang Dahua, and she was very curious about what she was going to do.

With a smug grin, Liang Dahua asked Aunt Liang for pig's trotters and soybeans, making quite a show of it.

Yun Shengsheng immediately understood – it was soybean and pig's trotter soup.

Goodness!

Yun Shengsheng felt a pang of worry for her.

Pig's trotters are no joke; they won't be tender in less than an hour. And the host's guests would arrive in an hour, just barely wedged on the tip of the knife.

Gan Yuwan was delighted to hear this.

She raised an eyebrow, her eyes darted around, and an idea came to her.

She approached Liang Dahua with a beaming smile, her tone very warm: "Sister-in-law, what kind of soup do you want to make? Let me help you."

Liang Dahua was taken aback, glanced at her, and lowered her voice: "I don't need you, you're just pretending to be kind."

"Aren't you going to make soup too? Go ahead and do your thing."

Her time is limited, so we can't afford to delay.

This is a soup that her youngest daughter taught her to make. She tried it twice at home, and it was delicious.

She will surely gain the favor of the master today.

Gan Yuwan smiled and remained motionless: "It's alright, it's alright, there's still time, I'll come and help you."

Liang Dahua had no idea what her sister-in-law was up to, but she and this sister-in-law had never gotten along. At this moment, she was in a great hurry and was afraid that the sister-in-law would cause trouble, so she simply reached out and pushed her out.

"I don't need your help. Go do what you're supposed to do!"

Gan Yuwan was pushed and stumbled, a look of grievance on her face, but she still tried to help, handing over spoons or helping to get the food. It looked like she was helping, but she was actually making trouble.

Liang Dahua was so angry she almost cursed.

Almost half an hour later, Gan Yuwan walked away looking dejected, muttering to herself.

"Alright then, if my sister-in-law won't let me help, then I'll go do something else."

She turned around, smiling, and asked the chef next to her, who was busy as a bee, "Uncle, do you need any help?"

The chef wished he had eight arms, and without thinking, he said, "Could you help me pluck the chicken feathers?"

Gan Yuwan nodded readily, picked up the chicken, and went out to pluck its feathers.

The chicken was pulled out so cleanly and neatly that the chef was stunned when the tender white chicken was placed in front of him.

She helped several other people.

Those watching nearby were thinking to themselves, "This person is really nice; he still has work to do himself, but he's already helping others."

Aunt Liang couldn't stand it anymore and strode over to urge her, "Are you stupid! Hurry up and get to work. You still have the leisure to help others at a time like this?"

"Tell me what kind of soup you want to make? I'll help you find the ingredients!"

Gan Yuwan's eyes darted around, and a smile curved her lips: "Then thank you very much, Aunt Liang. I'll have pork ribs, winter melon, ginger, salt, and goji berries."

"Oh, that's it?" Aunt Liang frowned. What could this possibly do?

Everything was readily available, and we got everything ready in no time.

Gan Yuwan carefully blanched the pork ribs, skimmed off the foam, and washed them thoroughly before putting them in a pot to cook along with ginger slices. After checking the time, she strolled off to help others with their work.

When the time was almost up, she peeled and chopped the winter melon, threw it in to continue stewing, and went back to helping others with their work.

During this time, Yun Qiaoqiao was not idle either. She helped this person fetch water, helped that person chop and wash vegetables, and even went to the backyard to slaughter five geese and five chickens.

When the food was almost done, Gan Yuwan sprinkled salt and goji berries on top.

"Okay, all done!"

The moment the lid is lifted, a pot of bright, fragrant pork rib soup is ready.

At this point, less than half an hour had passed.

Aunt Liang breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw that Gan Yuwan's soup was ready. She took a small bowl, scooped some out, tasted it, and her eyes lit up; she immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Great! So fresh and fragrant! Delicious!"

The other chefs had also finished their work, so they stopped to taste each dish and all nodded in approval.

Gan Yuwan's soup was perfectly ready, and there was still a little time before the guests arrived. But Liang Dahua was in a panic, her pig's trotters were still simmering in the pot.

Aunt Liang wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, she already had a winter melon and pork rib soup ready to serve. As for the pig's trotter soup, she'd serve it if she had time, and if not, she'd just leave it.

It was almost time, and the steward came to urge them to eat. He took a sip of the pork rib soup and nodded repeatedly, "I didn't expect this soup to be so good! How was it made? I'll try making it when I get back."

Gan Yuwan smiled and explained the process from beginning to end, carefully and without hiding anything.

Everyone listened intently, silently taking notes.

The steward and Aunt Liang exchanged a glance, both agreeing that this man was too honest.

The head chef at that restaurant had some secret recipes that he kept hidden, passed down only to men. But she just blurted them all out.

The steward glanced at Liang Dahua again, noticed that her soup wasn't ready yet, shook his head, and left without saying a word.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the dishes were served one after another. Gan Yuwan's pork rib soup was the first to be served—after all, for southerners, the first thing to do with a meal is to drink soup.

The soup was placed in the very center of the round table, a position of great importance.

Liang Dahua was really anxious now, afraid that she would work hard for nothing, so she agreed before the time was right.

Aunt Liang took a spoonful of the soup, frowned, and said it was a bit greasy. She poked the pig's trotter with her chopsticks; it was still a bit tough.

"No, it's not cooked enough. Let it simmer a little longer!"

Hearing her say that, Liang Dahua could only wait anxiously. Another quarter of an hour passed before it was served.

The pig's trotter soup arrived late, but it tasted pretty good. However, by then the host and guests had almost finished eating and were chatting. Few people had even picked up their chopsticks, let alone drunk the soup.

The manager sighed, "What a waste of that pot of pig's trotters..."

But then he thought about it again and laughed. Anyway, the leftovers would be given to the servants, and he would be in for a treat!

Gan Yuwan and the others also ate in the kitchen and then tidied up.

Suddenly, a woman in a pink dress led several old women in and rushed in.

"Guards! Search the place! I want to see who's so ungrateful, taking the master's money and stealing his things!"

Gan Yuwan was startled, and her body trembled slightly.

Yun Shengsheng was startled. "They're here! They're here! Let's see who's unlucky today..."

When Aunt Liang saw the person coming, she bent over and went over: "Oh dear, Fifth Aunt, what's wrong? The feast is being set up in front..."

Fifth Aunt's face darkened; as a concubine, she couldn't attend the banquet.

Aunt Liang realized what was happening and quickly changed the subject.

"What would you like to eat? I'll have someone make a special portion for you right away."

Fifth Aunt rolled her eyes upwards and said coldly.

"Old woman, don't underestimate me just because you're an elder in the household. I can't do anything about you."

"There was someone stealing from the kitchen today. I'm going to find this person and let the master and madam see it clearly."