My Happy Daily Life After Being Reborn-Chapter 231 - 40 Moving House

A week went by swiftly. On moving day, Lin Xiaoguai woke up early and gathered up everything that needed to be moved to the new house.

"Xiao Guai, are you up? Come out, I’m here!"

Just then, Jiang Xiaomei’s voice came from outside.

Lin Xiaoguai hurried to open the courtyard door, and besides Jiang Xiaomei’s family, Yi Feng was there as well, he greeted her with a somewhat restrained smile, "Sorry to disturb."

"Not at all, you’re here to help, aren’t you? How could it be disturbing?" Lin Xiaoguai asked as she let them in, "You haven’t had breakfast yet, right?"

"We haven’t eaten. You said you’d cook, and I was afraid we’d overeat if we had breakfast first," said Jiang Xiaomei boldly.

Mrs. Jiang glared at her, "Now you remember to be polite. Who was it that said on the way over how rare it was to taste Xiao Guai’s cooking and that we couldn’t miss this opportunity?"

"Mom–" Jiang Xiaomei leaned against Mrs. Jiang like sticky candy, her face aggrieved, "Aren’t you Xiao Guai’s mom? Why are you turning your elbow out?" freewebnσvel.cøm

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Where is Xiao Shen?" Mr. Jiang spoke up at that moment.

"He’s wrapping the furniture with foam to avoid dents." Their furniture, bought in Shanghai, was all solid and durable, made from Zhen Huang rosewood. They planned to continue using it, hence the adequate protective measures.

"Do you need help?" Mr. Jiang asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"No need," Lin Xiaoguai shook her head, "It’s almost done. Let’s have breakfast first."

For breakfast, Lin Xiaoguai cooked a large pot of vegetable porridge, made seafood pancakes, and steamed soup buns.

"You guys start eating, I’ll go dig Little Niangao out of bed," Lin Xiaoguai said while serving the porridge.

It took some effort, but Lin Xiaoguai got Little Niangao up, washed, and brushing his teeth before returning to the dining room, only to find Shen Chi was already there, chatting with the others while eating breakfast.

Lin Xiaoguai sat next to him. He quickly passed her a bowl of porridge and added a soup bun and a slice of seafood pancake to her plate, saying, "If you can’t finish, give it to me." Although thin, the seafood pancakes were quite large.

"Daddy, I want some too!" Little Niangao shouted.

"Okay, you can have some too." Realizing he had neglected his son, Shen Chi hurried to rectify it.

Jiang Xiaomei had already finished a bowl of porridge and was now eating a seafood pancake, "Xiao Guai, how did you make these seafood pancakes? They taste even better than my dad’s!"

"Don’t stir up animosity against me," Lin Xiaoguai said, pretending to complain.

Although her cooking skills were good, Uncle Jiang was no slouch either. The seafood pancake was praised mainly for its ingredients and seasoning.

"It really does taste better than what I make; the ingredients are very fresh. The seasonings seem a bit different from what we usually use—what are they?" Mr. Jiang took an interest.

"It’s not store-bought; it’s my own concoction of MSG," Lin Xiaoguai didn’t lie. The natural MSG she used in cooking were made from alien recipes at a mill, using all-natural plants without any chemical additives, enhancing flavor without yielding to store-bought MSG, and also had a naturally appealing fragrance indescribable in words.

"Can you sell some to me? I’m planning to use it when I sell breakfast," Mr. Jiang’s eyes lit up, having been a chef for half his life, he easily spotted the business opportunity.

Although he was getting on in years, he still harbored ambitious dreams of building a business for his daughter to rely on.

He also understood that such formulas were usually secretive family recipes, so he simply asked to buy some instead of asking for the formula itself.

"I could, but I won’t be able to provide much," Lin Xiaoguai stated, though not entirely truthful, aware that the natural MSG would attract more attention in the future and she did not want to expose herself.

"No problem," Mr. Jiang said. "I won’t make my business too big. At most, it’ll be just like the breakfast place we had back in the county. Since Xiaomei hasn’t inherited my skills, it’s useless expanding too much—it’d only create problems. I just need her to stand firm in her husband’s house."

"A breakfast place shouldn’t be a problem, right?" Mr. Jiang asked, somewhat anxiously.