Reborn Ugly Girl Farming to Support the Family

While the brother and sister were talking, Zhou Chunfeng and Li Cuixia also came to the kitchen.

"You girls must be tired, go inside and take a rest, and we will take care of the rest."

Zheng Xiaoman nodded, "Okay, Mom, I've already mixed the stuffing, you can just make the pancakes directly."

Li Cuixia smiled and nodded, "Okay, your mother and I understand, you should go to the house and rest for a while."

They ate their fill while cooking, and went back to the house with a smile on their faces.

When Yang Shuhuai arrived, he saw his father in the yard.

Seeing them coming, Yang Changqing slapped his head and said, "Hahaha, look at my memory. I forgot about you two brothers."

Yang Shuhuai sighed inwardly, feeling that his parents were becoming less and less reliable.

Because there were many men at home today, Cuihua and her friends did not stay for dinner.

When they left, Zheng Xiaoman packed some cakes for each of them to take back, and the little sisters went home happily.

In the evening, two tables were set up at home for dinner, and Li Cuixia felt very embarrassed sitting at the table.

"Sister-in-law, I'm so sorry. You all came to help my family today, but ended up coming to your house for dinner."

Zhou Chunfeng smiled and said, "What's the big deal? We are all from the same village. It's normal for us to have dinner at home. When the child's father's legs and feet were better, he often went to everyone's house for dinner."

What she said was not false. Almost everyone in her village had grown up together and had known each other for a long time. None of them had not gone to other people's homes for a meal.

Li Cuixia also laughed, "That's right, a few years ago my husband often didn't come home for dinner, now that he's old, he rarely goes out."

The men's table was much more lively. As they chatted, they somehow started talking about their embarrassing childhood experiences.

Ergou was a crybaby when he was a kid, so no one wanted to play with him.

Da Maitai has been dirty since he was a child, with two big lines of snot hanging on his face all day long.

This one was chased all over the village by the village geese when he was a child, and that one provoked someone else's big yellow dog for no reason and was bitten on the butt by the dog.

Every time he mentioned something, the crowd would burst into laughter.

Zheng Xiaoman was listening to the excitement with his chin in his hand and a smile on his face, with pictures still emerging in his mind.

Her childhood memories were all in the orphanage, but she didn't have a good relationship with the children there, and they would often fight over a bite of food.

Later, when she went to school, no one wanted to play with her because she was an orphan.

So from childhood to adulthood, she has only had one good friend.

This kind of friendship among a group of people who have grown up together is something she has never experienced before.

Today's meal lasted until very late before everyone left.

In the following days, life continued as usual.

Time passed day by day, and soon it was the twelfth lunar month.

As soon as the twelfth lunar month arrives, families who raise pigs begin to slaughter the New Year pigs.

Everyone has to make an appointment with the butcher in advance, otherwise they won’t be able to get a spot when the time comes.

Zheng Xiaoman's family is also going to slaughter a pig before the New Year. The pig that was brought from the old house is now very fat and weighs over 200 kilograms.

With this weight, it is definitely the largest in their village.

You can imagine what a sensation it will cause when the day comes when they slaughter the pig.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the Yang family slaughtered a pig.

Zheng Xiaoman was still in the city on the day of the pig slaughter and missed the fun.

When she came back, she was called home to eat the pig-killing meal.

Li Cuixia came over specifically to call someone, so Zhou Chunfeng went over to help her first.

Zheng Xiaoman and her grandmother cleaned up the pig offal at home before going next door together.

The Yang family's yard was very lively, and there were many people in it who Zheng Xiaoman was familiar with.

A stove was set up in the yard, and a large pot of pig-killing dishes was stewing in the pot.

Zheng Xiaoman couldn't help swallowing when he smelled the fragrance.

Especially when he saw that there was a lot of blood sausage in the pot, Zheng Xiaoman became even more greedy.

Seeing Zheng Xiaoman coming over, Li Cuixia smiled and said, "Xiaoman, I need your help. I have cleaned out the pig's offal, can you help me do it?"

My aunt’s cooking skills are not as good as yours, and I’m afraid no one will eat the pig offal I make.”

Zheng Xiaoman responded, "Okay, Auntie, I'll be right over."

She washed her hands first and then went into the kitchen.

There were two aunts helping in the kitchen, and Zheng Xiaoman called them with a smile.

She took the pig offal and saw that her mother had already helped her cut it up, so she just had to put it in the pot.

Since time is short today, she definitely can’t make braised food, so she plans to make braised food.

She cooked very quickly, as if she had done it hundreds or thousands of times.

Moreover, her cooking movements were particularly beautiful, which surprised the other two aunts in the kitchen.

Soon the smell of cooking meat wafted from the kitchen, and the people who had just gathered around the iron pot outside were now blocking the kitchen door.

When Zhao Laosan saw that it was Zheng Xiaoman who was cooking, he laughed, "Oh, it turns out that it is Xiaoman who is cooking. Today, I, the Third Uncle, am in for a treat again."

Everyone else laughed along, and someone even joked, "Zhao Laosan, look at the look in your eyes. You really want to take Xiaoman home and raise her as your own daughter."

Zhao Laosan laughed: "That's right, it sounds like you don't want to have a daughter like Xiaoman. Brother Zheng, you don't know, I envy you to death.

How about I give you my son and you give me your daughter in exchange?"

Zheng Dashan is able to walk around now, so he came along today.

Hearing his words, Zheng Dashan glanced at him proudly and said, "Of course my daughter is the best. I wouldn't trade her even if you gave me a mountain of gold. If you want a daughter, go give birth to one yourself."

Zhao Laosan grinned and said, "Hehe, I am now looking forward to my wife's belly being a girl, and then I will let her learn more from her sister Xiaoman.

What's the use of this brat? He only knows how to irritate people and is not as good as my daughter at all."

When Goudan heard that he was disliked by his father in the yard, he rolled his eyes.

But I don’t know who it is, calling him my dear eldest son every day at home.

Zheng Xiaoman was speechless as she was being watched by so many people while cooking. She felt as if she was a bear in the zoo performing acrobatics and being applauded.

Li Cuixia saw that she was uncomfortable, so she smiled and drove them away, "Alright, alright, what are you all doing here? You won't be able to eat later. Go away quickly. You're blocking the light in the kitchen."

Everyone then dispersed with a smile on their faces.

When the meal was finally served, Zheng Xiaoman could finally eat the blood sausage she had been longing for.

She also prepared a bowl of dipping sauce for herself, specifically for dipping blood sausage.

I picked up a piece of blood sausage with chopsticks and put it in my mouth. It was really tender and smooth when I took a bite.

And because of the dipping sauce she prepared, the blood sausage doesn’t have any fishy smell at all.

I don't know who was so sharp-eyed that he noticed there was an extra bowl here, "Xiao Man, what are you dipping that in? It looks delicious, give some to uncle too."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Zheng Xiaoman.

She had just stuffed a large piece of blood sausage into her mouth, and she couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

After finally swallowing the food in her mouth with embarrassment, she quickly poured some of the dipping sauce in the bowl to the man.

Now it was like a switch was turned on, and everyone came to her for it.

In the end, she had no choice but to resign herself to going to the kitchen and preparing a large bowl of dipping sauce, and let them share it themselves.

She had thought that the blood sausage on the table would have been eaten by the time she came back, but she didn't expect that as soon as she sat down, a bowl was handed to her.