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

Chapter 1263: Chapter 1262: How Do These Pigs Taste?_1 Chapter 1263: Chapter 1262: How Do These Pigs Taste?_1 Yang Hao had always traveled incognito before, light on luggage and modestly attired, with no outward sign of a crown prince on the move.

But this time, he couldn’t keep a low profile; just the luggage packed for Yang Zheng filled ten horse-drawn carriages, let alone the baggage of the couple and the numerous guards accompanying them. The length of the cavalcade stretched to one hundred meters, a spectacle of grandeur.

They reached the manor at noon, although they should have arrived in the morning, but they had first gone to the Academy to visit Principal Gu, which made them late.

By now, the bluestone road from Bailu Town to the Capital City had been completed, making their journey smooth and steady. After traveling for three days, they arrived without feeling weary. Having stayed here before, Yang Hao bustled about, directing the palace maids in arranging the rooms, full of vigor.

Feng Huihui and Yang Zheng were visiting the manor for the first time. Feng Huihui was fine, with her dignified and steady demeanor befitting a crown princess. Yang Zheng, however, was like a bird released from its cage, running here to look and there to see, never still for a moment.

Having lived in the Palace, Yang Zheng had not been exposed to farm life before and was astounded by the sight of pig pens, chicken coops, and sheepfolds housing hundreds of animals.

“Wow, Lady Tong, what’s the taste of these pigs like?” he asked with wide, shiny eyes, fixed unblinkingly on Qiao Xiaomai.

As he wanted a tour everywhere, it was natural for Qiao Xiaomai to accompany him; she now stood behind him.

Hearing his question, she chuckled lightly, “The taste is quite good.”

“Oh~~~” Yang Zheng nodded, his “oh” drawn out long, and then he asked, “How so ‘good’?”

“What would you like to have tonight? If you feel like eating pork, shall we prepare a whole pig feast?” Qiao Xiaomai counter-queried instead of answering.

“Good,” Yang Zheng replied promptly, a flicker of smile crossing his small face, “Then I’ll trouble Lady Tong.”

He had long since aimed to be a foodie like Yang Ye.

But he had never tasted Qiao Xiaomai’s cooking–well, he had before, but back then everything tasted bitter to him, so it didn’t count.

By the time the curse of the Hellflower on him had been lifted, Qiao Xiaomai had already returned to the manor.

Even though she had left some cooked snacks in the ice cellar, these frozen foods could not compare to the deliciousness of a freshly cooked meal.

So now, seeing so many plump and strong pigs, he forgot the dignity befitting a prince and asked outright.

As a prince, he had the right to command Qiao Xiaomai.

But he was soon to become a disciple of Tong Sanlang, which made Qiao Xiaomai his master’s wife; one must treat a master’s wife with respect and courtesy.

Yang Zheng’s demeanor was gentle and polite, and the smile on Qiao Xiaomai’s face became more genuine, “Certainly. Besides pigs, the sheep and chickens are also raised well. I will cook some for you to try over the next few days.”

Regarding the child Yang Zheng, she inherently didn’t dislike him.

But she would soon be responsible for the child’s safety, a heavy burden to bear, which made her feelings towards Yang Zheng conflicted.

Unaware of Qiao Xiaomai’s inner struggle, Yang Zheng couldn’t hide the smile on his face at her words. “Then I must trouble Lady Tong!”

“No trouble at all, no trouble at all,” Qiao Xiaomai replied.

Accordingly, the welcome dinner Qiao Xiaomai prepared that evening was an entire pig feast.

In the two months since her return, she had daily fed these pigs water from the Spiritual Spring. Raised on Spiritual Spring water and cooked with it too, the flavor of these pigs spoke for itself.

Yang Zheng ate without a shred of princely poise, forsaking chopsticks to use his hands directly. The large bones were tasty, the pork ribs delectable, the pig’s trotters delicious, and even the pig intestines were scrumptious–a dish he had never eaten before. But Qiao Xiaomai’s stir-fried spicy intestines were so delightful he felt like swallowing his own tongue.