Becoming the Richest by Farming

Ying Wan agreed, which undoubtedly solved the biggest worry in Lin Mei's heart.

She hurriedly told Xu Xiao the good news, and Xu Xiao naturally breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, she didn't want to see Lin Mei's career Waterloo.

Having such a family is already miserable enough.

But Ying Wan didn't go anywhere, she lived in her own house, and Lin Mei would move in after the program officially started recording and broadcasting in a month.

She had to get used to rural life in this month.

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Ying Wan frowned when she returned home and continued to cook dinner. Why did she agree?

She knew what recording a program meant, which was to completely disclose their traces of life.

Ying Wan was a person who didn't like to be disturbed, but after all, she only took a year off. After recording this program, she didn't want to appear in the public eye, and no one could disturb her.

She didn't worry about the influence that this program might bring.

As long as she didn't want to, the country would help her hide everything.

The aroma of the food gradually came into her nose. Because she had just returned, she didn't make a lot of troublesome meals, just stewed a chicken.

The chicken was fragrant and tender, even though it was just chicken stewed in water. She added wild mushrooms picked from the mountains. The fresh and fragrant mushrooms blended with the strong smell of chicken, creating an indescribable delicacy. In this quiet and silent mountain village, a wisp of tempting smell wafted out.

If the students in the laboratory saw her, it would probably be hard for them to imagine that she could cook.

She couldn't finish a chicken, so she took a ceramic bowl and put three-quarters of it away, and then put some mushrooms and soup in it. The porcelain bowl was full, and the chicken in the bowl was trembling, tempting golden yellow. She covered it with a lid, held the porcelain bowl, and walked down the hillside.

Aunt He in the village was preparing dinner at home.

Aunt He was the daughter-in-law of Aunt Liu in the village. She was from another province and married to Huayang Village. She was kind and honest, and very dutiful.

When Mr. Ying was in his later years, he was very troublesome and refused Ying Wan's proposal to take him to a nursing home. He wanted to stay in Huayang Village and didn't want to be taken care of by strangers. It was Aunt He who took care of him.

Aunt He worked hard and didn't mention the matter of compensation.

Of course, Ying Wan paid her later, but Aunt He was close to her, so she would bring down the extra food to Aunt He sometimes.

She was thrifty and didn't like to eat too good food, but she had two growing children at home.

Ying Wan didn't comment on other people's lifestyles. She only remembered how good the villagers were to her and her grandfather.

Aunt He's home was down the hill, a two-story small flat building, which is not uncommon in rural areas now.

Outside was the yard, and the gate of the yard was closed. Ying Wan knocked on the door through the gate: "Aunt He."

The center of Aunt He's house could be seen through the gate. It was bright and there was the smell of food. She was making dinner.

Aunt He was surprised to see Ying Wan coming, and hurried over to open the door for her: "Wan Wan, you're here to bring food again so late at night?"

She opened the door and saw Ying Wan holding a large ceramic bowl in her hand, and whispered: "Did you bring it to your sister?"

Ying Wan frowned: "My sister?"

Aunt He smiled on her chubby face: "Yes, your sister is staying at my house tonight."

Ying Wan: "..."

She thought this person would leave tonight.

The chicken in her hand suddenly didn't smell so good.