After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Even though I'm worried, I still have to eat.

Song Huiling began to wash rice and cook. Although the He family was poor, the rice grown in the fields was really good. The rice grains were short and plump, round and full, and white in color, very much like the fragrant glutinous rice of the Dong ethnic group.

The rice made from Xianghe Nuo is soft and sticky, not greasy and extremely fragrant. A more exaggerated way of saying it is "an acre of rice flowers smells fragrant for ten miles, and one family's steamed rice fills the village with fragrance." Although this rice tastes good, it is an endangered agricultural cultural heritage in modern times because it adopts a natural farming model of rice, fish and duck symbiosis. Compared with modern farming, it is inefficient and will easily be eliminated if it is not protected.

In his previous life, Song Huiling had the opportunity to have a meal at the home of a Dong ethnic group fellow in Congjiang County, Guizhou, while on a business trip. He had never forgotten it since then, and he did not expect that he would be able to eat there every day after traveling through the book.

This is also thanks to the fact that the author did not study the historical background when writing the book. The details that cannot stand scrutiny constitute a generally satisfactory fictional world. Qianzhong is not Guizhou, but it faintly bears the shadow of Guizhou.

Song Huiling had just finished washing the rice when Yang came in and snatched the dustpan from her hand, "Huiling, no one asked you to cook, what are you doing? Go back to your room and rest!"

"Mother, stretching the muscles and bones appropriately is beneficial to strengthening the body. Don't worry, I will do what I can and will never show off." Song Huiling had just finished explaining to Yang when she looked up and saw He Zhan standing at the door. He looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and it was obvious that he wanted to say something, but when his eyes met hers, he walked away without saying a word.

Not long after He Zhan left, he returned to the kitchen. He walked up to Song Huiling, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "Let me do it. If you really want to help, just help me."

Song Huiling was cleaning pig bones. Hearing this, she looked up. Suspicion was almost overflowing from He Zhan's eyes. His expression seemed to be saying, "You, a young lady from an official family, can cook?"

Her damn competitive spirit suddenly rose up: "Don't underestimate me, my cooking skills will definitely amaze you."

The other party became even more suspicious and rolled up his sleeves to take the job.

"Alas." Suddenly, Song Huiling sighed softly. He Zhan stopped what he was doing and looked over. Song Huiling lowered her head with a depressed look. She said listlessly, "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. Although I'm a daughter of an official family, I've been an orphan since I was a child. I've been taken care of by my grandfather, but I'm weak. Since I was old enough to understand, I've been worried that I'd be disliked one day, so I racked my brains to please the elders at home. That's how I learned to cook. I'm really not as high-minded and out of touch with the world as you think."

Song Huiling was telling the truth. Apart from being a love-brained person, there was nothing to fault with the original owner. Her weak body could not conceal her brilliance. She was an excellent cook, knowledgeable, and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. A woman who could make the top scholar Xie Yunsui miss her so much and not care about her identity as someone else's wife could not have only such a superficial advantage as a good look.

Song Huiling said so much just to make it seem reasonable for him to cook by himself. After all, the food made by Yang and He Zhan was always a little lacking.

Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, He Zhan's expression not only did not relax at all, but became even more serious. She suddenly felt uneasy. Could it be that He Zhan was still doubting her?

Just when she was feeling uncomfortable being stared at by He Zhan, she suddenly heard him say in a serious tone: "In the He family, you don't have to please anyone, you can be yourself."

With a buzzing sound, Song Huiling felt as if her soul was hit by something. She looked at He Zhan in a daze, speechless for a long time.

No one had ever said these words to her. She was taught to be humble, patient and obedient since she was a child, which inevitably led to her developing a slightly people-pleasing personality. It was only after she realized this as she grew up that she took the initiative to change it.

For some reason, she felt her heart aching and her throat sour. She tilted her head, lowered her eyebrows, suppressed her emotions, and said in a light-hearted manner, "I am obviously trying to please my stomach."

Suppressing the bitterness, Song Huiling felt extremely confused. To be able to say such words, is this still the perverted villain in the book who is deep-minded, easy to hold grudges, and ruthless? Could it be that the butterfly effect caused by her traveling through the book has caused He Zhan's character to collapse?

After hearing what He Zhan said, Song Huiling let down his guard a lot and dared to order him around.

After he had him help in the kitchen, he was asked to go outside the village and carry back some soil before it got completely dark.

He Zhan could understand being an assistant, but what did it mean to carry the loess? He stood still, insisting that Song Huiling give an explanation.

The relationship became closer, and Song Huiling and He Zhan got along more casually. She pushed He Zhan out and said, "Just go. If the things are not made, I don't know how to explain it to you. Come back home in two days and you will know."

He Zhan's eyes moved slightly. Song Huiling's look at him before was clearly a bit like a mouse seeing a cat, but it has only been a short time and she has become so bold. He turned his head and glanced at her sharply, and saw that the smile on her face froze, and she suddenly clenched her fist and retracted her hand, looking away with evasive eyes.

The smile will not disappear, it will only shift. Song Huiling clearly caught a glimpse of a sneer on He Zhan's lips from the corner of her eye, as if he was very satisfied with her sudden cowardly reaction.

He Zhan turned and left, disappearing from her sight. Song Huiling's guard, which she had let down with great difficulty, was raised again. She finally understood what He Zhan meant by "You don't have to please anyone in the He family." It was clearly a hint for her not to get close to him, not to get close to him, and not to try to please him unnecessarily.

Bah! She was moved for nothing. I just said that the villain's character would not collapse so easily.

After He Zhan carried the soil back several times, Song Huiling started to cook. The dinner was very simple, just blanching the lean pork slices with pea tips and peanuts in water and then boiling them. The key to the deliciousness lies in the broth and dipping sauce.

The pork bones are slow-cooked for an hour and have become a thick, milky white bone soup. Sprinkle with chopped green onions for garnish, and the fresh aroma instantly hits your nose.

He Zhan's doubts about Song Huiling's cooking skills were all dispelled the moment he drank the bone soup. The rich aroma of bones and the clear water blended perfectly, and the mellow taste made him drink it one sip after another.

Yang drank the soup in silence. She could also make bone soup, but it was not as flavorful as her daughter-in-law's.

Song Huiling thought that she was a patient, so she shamelessly served herself two more bowls of bone soup. He Zhan and Yang had seen how much she really ate, so although they were still not satisfied after finishing one bowl, they restrained themselves from competing with her and instead picked up the meat and vegetables in the pot.

He Zhan glanced at the small bowl beside him, which was filled with a dipping sauce made from firewood chili powder. Although he lived in Qianzhong, he did not like spicy food. But when he picked up the meat slices, he dipped some of the dipping sauce in the bowl as if possessed by a ghost, and put the meat slices dipped in chili sauce into his mouth along with the rice.

After chewing for a few times, the intense spicy taste was like a ball of fire, burning in the mouth, and the extremely sour and refreshing feeling hit the top of the head, but it made people unable to stop. The rich aroma of Litsea cubeba oil in the dipping water made this piece of meat extremely delicious. He couldn't help but seep out of a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but it did not prevent him from taking several more mouthfuls of rice.

It's not like he hadn't tried the dipping sauce his mother made before, but the ratio of seasoning and chili was probably wrong, so he didn't feel much except that it was spicy. However, the dipping sauce made by Song Huiling was so fragrant that it could be eaten directly with rice.

He Zhan and Yang were just busy eating, one bowl after another, their appetite was much larger than usual. Song Huiling stared at the dipping water in the bowl, but did not move his chopsticks.

He Zhan noticed her abnormality, stopped eating and asked, "Why don't you eat?"