Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1243: Chapter 1242: A Pot of Dough Drop Soup_1 Chapter 1243: Chapter 1242: A Pot of Dough Drop Soup_1 Qiao Xiaomai had spoken, and the two jailers looked at each other and followed suit.

The road construction was a long-term task, so the prisoners couldn’t return to the prison every day; they camped wherever they worked.

Cen Hong took the bag of flour directly to the camp’s kitchen.

A few chefs were squatting at the kitchen door eating sunflower seeds. Seeing a shackled prisoner enter, they were about to scold him when Cen Hong said, “Miss Qiao from the Sun Family has given her word, this flour is a gift from Miss Qiao.”

Upon hearing the titles “Miss Qiao” and “Young Master Tuan,” the chefs were at a loss for words.

So Cen Hong stepped forward, washed his hands, then took several green onions and a handful of verdant wild greens, and also grabbed a few eggs, and began cooking.

He was making Dough Drop Soup. Sun Junyan tended the fire, and he first mixed the flour, scooping three large bowls of it into a wooden basin, adding water bit by bit and mixing until it formed lumps. After that, he put the basin aside and began sauteing the wild greens.

He was quite generous with the oil, scooping two spoonfuls of lard and frying the greens before adding water to the pot.

The fire Sun Junyan made was very strong, and the water boiled in no time. Cen Hong then poured the lumpy flour into the pot, stirring gently with a spoon.

Once the flour was cooked, he cracked the eggs into it.

Soon, a pot of fragrant Dough Drop Soup was ready.

Cen Hong, Sun Junyan, and a member of the Sun Family picked up their bowls and started drinking the soup. Squatting in the kitchen, they slurped it down quickly, not minding the heat, finishing a bowl in just a few gulps.

After one bowl came another, and the three eventually finished a large pot of Dough Drop Soup.

Wiping his mouth, Cen Hong then turned to Qiao Xiaomai who was standing at the kitchen entrance, “Miss Qiao, I hope you come every day. Whatever you want to hear, I will shout, just to satisfy you–as long as you provide the flour.”

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

She had watched from beginning to end and now felt a turmoil of emotions, a mixture of all kinds of flavors.

The once arrogant and domineering general now had completely lost his dignity and was like a servile dog, doing whatever she said.

Just like a dog!

Including Sun Junyan and members of the Sun Family– one deceitful and cruel, the other cruel but loving his child as if his life depended on it–both were now willingly kneeling before her, calling her “Auntie,” all for a bit of flour. Even the Sun Family member had stopped scolding her.

Boring, just too boring.

Humiliation, when the other side offers no resistance and does not show the determined look of “I am only bowing my head out of compulsion now, but wait, I will have my revenge,” really has no fun at all.

“What do you all eat every day?” She couldn’t help asking the chef standing by.

“To answer Miss Qiao, we eat ordinary food, but these prisoners, what they eat… it’s pig feed, sweet potato starch mixed with chaff. Even what rich folks feed their pigs is better. Even the toughest man can’t stand eating pig food for half a year,” the chef responded.

“Their appearance, just now, is quite normal. If the prisoners outside saw them enjoying their food so much, they would definitely all kneel and call you ‘Auntie.’”

Clearly a chatterbox, the chef went on and on after Qiao Xiaomai asked a single question, “Miss Qiao, no matter who these people were before, once they get here, they’re really worse off than the livestock kept by farming families. The farmers’ livestock may not eat well, but the farmers loathe to beat or scold them.”

“But it’s different for them. If they’re even a little slow, they risk getting whipped. In this situation, what face, what self-respect, can’t compare to a bowl of fragrant Dough Drop Soup.”

Qiao Xiaomai “…”