"How could you not know what kind of luck your son has had all these years? " Mrs. Jiang seemed to be deep in thought. "I think it's all thanks to Nian Nian's luck. Think about her origin. What good life could she have had in Fenglai Village? But her mother was able to give birth to two children safely and raise them under such circumstances. It's not an easy thing."
Mrs. Jiang had never felt that she was worse than anyone. But she admitted that if she were in that kind of environment, she might not have been able to survive with her child.
The smile on Lin Sanshui's face disappeared. He said sternly, "Don't say such things anymore. No matter who it is, they are all lucky. Since Nian Nian has come to our house, we must treat her well."
Luck was a good thing, but it would inevitably make people jealous.
Mrs. Jiang also understood this and immediately nodded.
Lin Sanshui suddenly sniffled and said, "It smells so good."
Mrs. Jiang suddenly reacted. "Aiyo, Nian Nian insisted on cooking. She better not get hurt!"
Mrs. Jiang hurriedly ran out of the door and into the kitchen. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw Gu Nian standing on a small stool and stirring the pot with a spatula in her hand.
In the pot, the milky-white fish soup emitted a fragrant smell, causing Mrs. Jiang to swallow her saliva involuntarily.
Mrs. Jiang suddenly realized. It turned out that Gu Nian had always wanted to cook because Gu Nian despised her cooking skills!
Mrs. Jiang's face was full of embarrassment. However, she was suddenly curious about Gu Nian's mother.
Gu Nian's mother was a woman who had given birth to two children before marriage. She raised them to be outstanding children. Gu Nian was obedient and well-behaved at such a young age. She was not even as tall as a table, but she already had such cooking skills.
And that Gu Bei, who she had only heard of but had never seen before, was only six years old. However, he was able to poison the villagers and escape successfully. He must not be a simple person.
Mrs. Jiang looked at her six-year-old Xiaohu, who only ate and played all day. Sanhu was better. Sanhu had been well-behaved since he was young but didn't talk much.
A trace of longing suddenly appeared in Mrs. Jiang's eyes when she thought of her other two sons.
The two children became apprentices in town so they could have a way out in the future. They could only come back two days a month, so Mrs. Jiang always missed them.
The lunch was very fragrant and delicious. If not for Gu Nian were still a child, Mrs. Jiang would have stopped cooking and handed over all the cooking to Gu Nian.
However, when she saw the large piece of lard that had been dug out and the little salt left in the jar, she gave up on this idea.
Gu Nian's cooking was full of oil and salt. No wonder it smelled so good.
Such a meal was fine once in a while, but it would be wasteful to eat like this every day.
Mrs. Jiang picked out some strawberries that could not be kept for long. She then asked Sanhu and Xiaohu to send them to her their uncles' families.
Lin Sanshui was just about to add two more peaches when Mrs. Jiang glared at her and put the peaches away.
Once the children were gone, Lin Sanshui mumbled, "Look at how stingy you are. It's just a few peaches picked from the mountains. Do you have to be so stingy?"
However, Mrs. Jiang said matter-of-factly, "I am stingy, so what? Do you have an opinion? If Nian Nian didn't say that we could not keep those strawberries for long, I wouldn't even be willing to give them away."
Although they could pick these fruits from the mountains, such a big peach was rare.
After a while, Mrs. Jiang said, "Go to town tomorrow and bring your eldest son and second son back. Leave two peaches for the children and bring the rest to town to see if you can exchange them for money. There are also many eggs at home. The basket you usually weave and straw sandals..."