The Strong Wife from Peasant Family (MTL - EDITED VERSION)

Chapter 7

Li Qingling was in rush to get home. She didn't even need to carry Li Qingfeng anymore, as he walked by himself all the way from the town to home.

When she arrived at the doorstep of her home, she called out for her mother. When Mrs. Zhao heard the shouting, she hurriedly came out of the house.

"Mom, I got a tael of silver from selling the ginseng and bought some things. I still have half a tael left, so I'll give it to you." Li Qingling took out the remaining half silver and handed it over to Mrs. Zhao. She also handed over the bun she'd bought for her mother. 

(*from my understanding, wen is copper coins. Taels are silvers. There is 1000 wen (?) in 1 tael, that's probably why in many Chinese novels it's said that a poor farming family can survive on 2 taels a year. I may be mistaken though,  it could be 100 wen in 1 tael. Please correct me if you know the actual value)

"Mother doesn't like buns. You eat with Xiao Feng." Mrs. Zhao looked at the bun that was meant for her and pushed it back to Li Qingling.

Li Qingling looked at her, her heart warm. Both her parents, in this world and the other, were the same. In order for their children to eat, they lied and claimed that they didn't like it.

"Eat, we've already eaten." She pushed the bun back, picked up the pork, and headed for the kitchen before her mother could refuse again.

Looking at her daughter's back, Mrs. Zhao rubbed her moist eyes and picked up a bun to eat. She felt that this was the most delicious bun she had ever eaten in her entire life.

Li Qingfeng who was playing outside smelled the smell of the meat and rushed into the kitchen. He laid on Li Qingling's back and exclaimed, "Sis, it smells so good!" 

Li Qingling lifted the lid of the pot and tested a spoonful. Tasting that the soup was ready, she lifted the pot from the fire and turned her head to look at Li Qingfeng who was swallowing his saliva.

"If you want to eat earlier, then help me douse the fire."

The belief that men should stay out of the kitchen was something she hoped to get rid of in this house. 

"Alright." Even though Li Qingfeng was still young, he could extinguish fires as long as they weren't big. 

"Alright, time to eat." Li Qingling scooped out the soup she'd made.

The dishes tonight were very sumptuous. There was soy sauce, stir-fried meat, fried mushrooms, bone soup, and rice. She nodded in satisfaction. That was what living was called.

Li Qingfeng took a deep breath and praised, "It's too delicious."

Li Qingling laughed at his expression. She took out two bowls, filled one with some stir-fried meat and fried mushrooms, then filled the other bowl with bone soup, "You eat without me first, I'll bring these to Zhimo-ge and the others to have a taste." The three siblings probably had not eaten any meat in the past few months.

"I want to come too."

"Alright, then carry this. Be careful! " Li Qingling gave him the meat bowl and brought him to Liu Zhimo's house.

Liu Zhimo and the others were also preparing to eat. Li Qingling saw that they only had rice porridge on the table. Without a change in expression, she put down the food she'd brought. "I cooked this for  you to have a taste of my cooking. If it needs improvement, remember to tell me!"

Liu Zhiyan looked at his brother, bit his lips and did not dare to make a sound.

"Alright," After a long while, Liu Zhimo finally nodded his head.