"Your own son, haven’t you noticed his luck all these years?" Mrs. Jiang mused, "In my opinion, it’s probably all the luck brought by Niannian. Think about it, given the child’s background, what kind of good days could she have had in Fenglai Village? Yet, in such circumstances, the child’s mother still managed to safely give birth to two children and raise them, which is not an easy feat."
Mrs. Jiang never felt inferior to anyone, but she admitted that if she were in such an environment, she might not have been able to survive with her children.
Lin Sanshui put away his smile and said seriously, "We better not say such things in the future. No matter whose luck it is, since Niannian has come to our family, we must treat her well."
Luck is a fine thing to speak of, but it can easily arouse envy.
Mrs. Jiang understood this truth and nodded immediately.
Lin Sanshui suddenly sniffed and said, "Smells so good."
Mrs. Jiang suddenly realized, "Oh no, that child Niannian insisted on cooking. I hope nothing went wrong, and she didn’t hurt herself!"
Mrs. Jiang hurriedly ran to the kitchen, and as she entered, she saw Gu Nian standing on a small stool, holding a spatula, stirring in the pot with great style.
In the pot, the milky white fish soup was emitting a fragrance, making her involuntarily swallow.
Mrs. Jiang suddenly had an epiphany.
This child had always wanted to cook herself because she disliked her cooking skills!
Mrs. Jiang looked embarrassed.
However, she suddenly felt a sense of curiosity about Gu Nian’s mother.
A woman who had two children out of wedlock, yet taught them to be so outstanding. Gu Nian was obedient and well-behaved, with culinary skills at such a young age, not even reaching the height of the stove.
And that Gu Bei, whom she had only heard about but never seen, was only six years old and could kill someone and successfully escape, which was no simple matter.
Looking at her own six-year-old Little Hu, who did nothing but eat and play all day, Sanhu was a bit better, obedient and sensible from a young age, though not very talkative.
As for the other two sons, a touch of longing appeared in Mrs. Jiang’s eyes.
The two kids were apprenticing in town for a future path. They could only come home for two days a month, which was quite worrisome.
The lunch was fragrant and tasty. If Gu Nian weren’t so young, Mrs. Jiang would have liked to hand over all the cooking duties to her.
But, after seeing the large chunk of lard and the little salt left in the jar, she completely gave up on that idea.
There was plenty of oil and salt, no wonder it was so delicious.
Unfortunately, having such meals occasionally is fine, but it’s unsustainable daily.
Mrs. Jiang picked out some strawberries that wouldn’t keep and had Sanhu and Little Hu send them to the two elder brothers’ houses. Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴo(v)elFɪre.ɴet
Lin Sanshui was about to add two peaches to the delivery, but Mrs. Jiang gave him a stern glare and then put the peaches away.
After the children had left, Lin Sanshui muttered, "Look at you being so stingy, it’s just a few peaches picked from the mountain, do you have to be so miserly?"
Mrs. Jiang replied confidently, "I’m stingy, so what? Do you have a problem with that? If it weren’t for Niannian saying the strawberries couldn’t keep, I wouldn’t have given even those."
Even if they’re picked from the mountains, these peaches are still rare.
After a while, Mrs. Jiang added, "Tomorrow, go to the town and bring the eldest and second child back. Save a couple of peaches for the children, and see if you can exchange the rest for some money, along with the surplus eggs at home, and the baskets and straw shoes you make..."