Fan Xiuying was startled that they still fard ginseng.
"Wow, you guys are really sothing. I originally thought that these young folks who moved to the city wouldn’t know how to do any kind of work. I never expected you guys to actually achieve sothing."
The look of surprise on her mother’s face imdiately pleased Jiang Xiaoxiao. It was nice to be admired by her own mother. They could be seen as having accomplished sothing.
"Of course! You have no idea who we are. We’re all quite amazing."
Fan Xiuying was rolling out dough with a rolling pin.
"Okay, you all are amazing, truly amazing! But let help you with cooking instead. You handle the cooking in the kitchen, and I’ll help you dig ginseng in the field. I just want to see how this ginseng is dug."
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt warmth in her heart. Her mom was always like this, saying things that didn’t sound biased towards her, but in reality, she was worried about her suffering in the fields.
That’s why she wanted to do the field work herself. Is cooking the sa as working in the fields?
Especially digging ginseng, where you squat all day and have to bend down and stand up repeatedly.
Is that ant for people to do?
Over ti, it really makes your back sore, and considering her mom’s age, the hardship would be enormous.
There’s no easy way around it. Using a tal rake to plow the field would bring out all the ginseng.
But that’s only suitable for annual ginseng. Their ginseng was clearly growing well this ti, and if they were to destroy it, they probably couldn’t sell it for a good price.
So, to fetch a higher price, they decided to hand-dig it.
"Mom, forget it. You and Dad stay here and relax. You don’t understand the work in the field. Besides, I’m young, and working doesn’t tire out at all."
"Oh, child, don’t you know it’s not about being tired or not? Your mom just wants sothing new. At ho, I’m always cooking. I ca here to see you, and you’re still making cook. I’m tired of it. Let’s switch roles. I’ll go to the field, and you cook here."
Fan Xiuying insisted.
If she could relieve a little burden from her daughter, the exhaustion would be worth it.
"Mom, I’ve been craving your big baozi. You should treat us to better als. Eating my own cooking every day feels like eating pig slop. Now you’re here, and I finally have a chance to enjoy so ho-cooked als. Are you my real mom if you don’t make sothing delicious for ?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao pouted.
Upon hearing this, Fan Xiuying said, "Craving big baozi? Alright! I’ll get up early tomorrow to make dough, and you’ll have big baozi by lunch. I’ll have your dad buy so at so we can make you big at baozi, and I’ll improve your als. Whatever you want to eat these days, just tell , and I’ll make it for you. I’ll ensure you’re well-fed and chubby."
Hearing that her daughter wanted to eat her cooking, Fan Xiuying forgot about everything else.
"No need to buy at. It’s not easy to get at here. The farm down there doesn’t even know when they’ll slaughter pigs. It’s hard to co by when you want to buy at. You’d have to go to the county, and it’s not worth it to go all the way there just to buy so at.
Just make vegetarian baozi. Vegetarian baozi can be delicious too. We have plenty of stuff here. Just look at all the wood ear mushrooms and mushrooms drying in the yard, and we have our own free-range eggs. Oh, and Mom, we also raise our own chickens and rabbits.
Go take a look. Our chickens and rabbits are doing really well. You can make spicy chicken for in the next few days. I’ve been craving your spicy chicken."
Fan Xiuying nodded repeatedly, her heart filled with emotion, and as she cut the dough, a tear fell onto the noodles. Her daughter, who didn’t even wet her fingers in cold water, was now so capable.
She even raised chickens and rabbits, and she spoke so knowledgeably about it.
How much suffering and hardship must she have endured here!
A al of fried noodles left everyone feeling happy.
Old Sir Song and Jiang Lao Shi over there hit it off right away.
By the ti Fan Xiuying finished making the spicy chicken, Old Sir Song and Jiang Lao Shi were able to sit together and have a drink.
That chicken was even killed by Song Moting for his future mother-in-law. He not only killed it but also cleaned it thoroughly before delivering it to the future mother-in-law’s cutting board.
Fan Xiuying felt even more fondly of the young man in front of her, mainly because her own son wasn’t capable of doing much. Compared to others, her son seed lacking.
Fan Xiuying watched Song Moting working busily and was particularly warm towards the couple.
She had a good feeling about the young man too.
Jiang Xiaoxiao and her team were busy with their fieldwork, working tirelessly day in and day out. But seeing those big bags of ginseng made everyone excited. The ginseng, after being harvested daily, was laid out to dry in their own house.
Ideally, they should have been dried in the yard, but who would dare do that? If the workers saw it, and soone got bad intentions and stole the ginseng in the night, they wouldn’t even know where to complain.
With a glass of wine down, Old Sir Song couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Although his wife had discussed with him, they still needed to wait a bit more for the marriage. After all, once married, they needed to settle down, and they couldn’t leave the granddaughter-in-law at a disadvantage.
They were thinking of getting a house ready for them after the old lady returned to Jingbei so that once the grandson and granddaughter-in-law graduated, they could settle there. No matter who passed or who didn’t, they could settle in Jingbei; they just needed to find a way to bring the other one back.
With the old man’s connections, handling such a matter shouldn’t be a challenge, right?
But having finally t his in-laws, keeping silent about it made the old man feel uncomfortable.
Especially seeing his grandson bustling around his future in-laws, who were very fond of him, yet they couldn’t figure out why their grandson was so attentive to them.
The young brat didn’t even show that kind of diligence to his grandparents. The old man felt a bit jealous.
"Jiang Xiao, considering your age, I can call you uncle. Let be honest with you; you’ve raised your daughter really well. Seeing your daughter makes feel itchy. Why don’t we just marry your daughter into our Song family? You’ve seen my grandson too. He’s not bad-looking."
The old man couldn’t help himself.
Jiang Lao Shi was taken aback, marrying her off?!
He laughed and said, "Old Sir, my daughter is indeed good, and your grandson is not bad, but our families aren’t exactly a match. Don’t mistake my lack of insight; though I’m an ordinary worker, your deanor and those scars tell you’re a comndable old cadre from the past.
Soone like you cos from a notable family. Back in the day, that would count as a prestigious family. My daughter cos from a humble family, and she wouldn’t fit in if she married into a family like yours. Besides, people nowadays are about free love. The state emphasizes freedom in marriage and love.
As for my daughter, I don’t restrict her. She can marry whoever she likes, and as parents, we can only accept it."
Jiang Lao Shi genuinely thought Old Sir Song was joking with him, mainly because he couldn’t imagine their families ever coming together.
Truly, as he believed, the families were mismatched; if his daughter married into such a family...
On the surface, it might look glamorous, but he didn’t know how much suffering she would have to endure.
He hoped for his daughter to live a harmonious life, not to be subservient to others’ households.
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