The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

The third child didn't react for a moment, "Who? Oh~ You mean her~ That happened when we were kids. We were neighbors before, and she had a dark complexion. I thought she was a little boy, and I always treated her as my younger brother."

"I once put a flower in her hair when we were playing house. I regretted it for a long time. I only found out she was a little girl after we moved. Now I have to react for a while every time I see her."

Yan Zi's heart was completely at peace. She had been naive since she was a child, and she married him because she was attracted by his honesty.

At the same time, Ni'er finished learning today's knowledge on the mountain, and remembered that she could sell another fresh dish to the restaurant next time. Lai Fu Restaurant already has braised pork, and Qianwei Restaurant might come to the door at any time, so it is better to be prepared.

After opening the book and reading a few pages, Nier was not very satisfied with any of the dishes. The taste of the dishes either did not suit the local taste, or the cooking methods were too complicated.

There is no reason to let customers wait for an hour. No matter how delicious the food is, there won’t be many customers. I slowly flipped through the dishes and finally a dish caught my eye. That was it.

After selling today's wild vegetables and watching the money growing, Ni'er felt so at ease. In a few days, the family will have a donkey cart, and her father, mother and Niu Li will definitely be very happy.

The old lady was guarding the door. Every time someone came in, they would be given a bowl of failed "tofu". Several children came back from outside, gathered at the door, lined up, and each got a bowl. Niu Fugui pinched his nose, his facial features squeezed together, his expression painful, and he tried several times but failed to drink it.

Just the sticky feeling made me feel nauseous. I wanted to pour it out when grandma wasn't paying attention, but any small movement would not escape grandma's eyes. Although I was unwilling, I had no choice but to force myself to drink it. My stomach churned and I couldn't help but vomit it all out.

The second son's wife had just drunk it and felt that it just tasted bad but was not that difficult to swallow. When she saw this scene, the uncomfortable feeling came back. She vomited a few times and vomited out everything in her stomach before she felt a little better.

The old lady thought that Niu Fugui might be sick, so she walked over quickly and put the back of her hand against his forehead, muttering to herself, "He didn't have a fever, so could it be some other disease? Everyone else had no problem after drinking the drink, so it definitely wasn't the tofu's problem, and that was all good stuff."

He quickly took Niu Fugui's hand and brought him into the house, letting him lie down on the kang and rest for a while. Maybe he would get better and there would be no need to call a doctor.

Niu Fugui really hated "tofu" and would rather not go out to play than eat that kind of thing. He simply lay down and pretended to be sick. If nothing unexpected happened, grandma would ask him what he wanted to eat later. He would wait until tomorrow and escape this disaster before deciding. It would be best if grandma never made that kind of thing again.

Niu Fugui was lying on the kang groaning. The old lady was listening to the sound and felt really distressed. "My dear grandson, what do you want to eat? I'll ask them to make it for you."

Niu Fugui grunted and uttered the word "meat".

The old lady fumbled for a long time to get the key of the grain cabinet from her body, took out a small piece of bacon, gave it to the eldest son's wife, and made a bowl of porridge for Niu Fugui alone.

When the others smelled the aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen, they simply leaned over the kitchen door and sniffed hard, as if this could satisfy their cravings. It was not the first or second time that Niu Fugui was given a special meal. Even Niu Manguan did not receive such treatment.

Niu Jinshui secretly swallowed his saliva several times, not daring to be discovered by his grandmother, otherwise he would be said to be the reincarnation of a glutton and be punished by not being able to eat dinner that night.

Niu Fugui hadn't eaten meat for a long time. The porridge was made of less water and more rice, and was soft, sticky and thick. Thinly sliced ​​bacon was cooked with the porridge, and the oil inside floated out and floated on the surface. There was not a single wild vegetable in the porridge. Such porridge could only be eaten a few times a year, not to mention other people who could only smell the smell.

Golden corn and red and white bacon with a layer of oil floating on top. Take a deep breath, it seems that the fragrance does not even want to be shared with others, but wants to be inhaled all into your lungs.

I took a spoon, scooped a small spoonful, blew it cool, and placed it in front of the old lady, "Grandma, you eat first~"

This is a tactic often used by Niu Fugui. He knows that grandma will not eat his food, but this trick works every time. Not only can he win grandma's favor, but he will also be the first to get something good next time. This simple little trick can make him stand out from the crowd of children and become grandma's precious grandson, something that even Niu Manguan cannot catch up with.

As expected, Grandma didn't eat it. Niu Fugui put the porridge into his mouth. Because of the oil, he didn't taste the astringency of the corn at all. He could crush the corn with a light sip. When the tip of his tongue touched the bacon, it was like digging up a treasure. He was reluctant to swallow it all at once, so he held it in his mouth for a while. The aroma of the meat filled his mouth, and the unique sweetness of the bacon emanated, making the taste even richer. It took him a long time to swallow it and he took the second bite.

This is not much better than that crappy 'tofu'. Fortunately, I have this bowl of porridge, which can make my stomach feel a little better. It would be great if I could drink it every day.

After finishing the porridge, he continued to lie on the kang. The usually calm grandma was very anxious and asked softly, "Is Fuguier feeling better?"

Niu Fugui continued to hum and groan, without giving a direct answer to Grandma's question.

The old lady was walking around the room, then suddenly stopped, made one hand into a palm, clenched the other into a fist, and pounded her fist into her palm, as if she had made a great decision, opened the cupboard, took something out and walked out.

It was almost time for him to go to bed and he happened to feel a little sleepy. He heard someone say the word "doctor" in a daze. Before he realized the seriousness of the problem, Niu Fugui smacked his lips, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his hand, turned over, and fell asleep.

Doctor Zhao was invited soon. The consultation fee at night was higher than that during the day. The old lady really liked her grandson and was willing to spend so much money on his medical treatment. Niu Jinshui thought of himself a few days ago and almost shed tears of grievance.

Niu Fugui, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the noise outside. He didn't understand what was going on, but heard a voice saying, "Don't move~"

His wrist was caught, and after a while his body was covered with silver needles.

I couldn't see her face, but I could feel that there were quite a few needles on it. I looked down and saw needles everywhere on her arms and legs. From the serious expression on her face, I could tell that her condition was very serious.

I want to cry but I don't dare to, so I have to hold it in. I might as well go drink "tofu".

The old lady's voice was trembling. "Doctor Zhao, is my grandson's illness serious?"

Doctor Zhao glanced at Niu Fugui, his face full of fear and pleading. He could collect the consultation fee and cure this naughty kid at the same time, so why not? He must have bullied his little apprentice a lot before. He pretended to be sick here. There was still the smell of bacon in the room. He raised his eyebrows slightly and thought of a plan, "This disease~"