Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 280: Wishful Thinking

Otherwise, leaving the vegetables in the garden uneaten is simply too wasteful.

Yi Chichi paused for a moment, then nodded, "I do."

Zhang Xin chuckled, clinging to her hand with a pleading look, "Chichi, teach me."

She’s truly had enough of eating dried vegetables and desperately needs some fresh ones to change her taste.

Tong Nian also looked at her expectantly. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

What else could Yi Chichi do but agree to teach them, thinking it would be good for Wen Shi’s reputation?

"I just arrived today; can I teach you tomorrow?"

"Sure."

That was perfect; as long as they could learn, they weren’t picky about the day.

So, Yi Chichi and Wen Shi left carrying a basket full of vegetables.

On the way back, she remarked, "Ms. Zhang is really too enthusiastic."

Afraid she might go hungry, she almost wanted to clear out the vegetable garden.

If she hadn’t firmly refused, the big basket would have been completely filled.

Even so, the amount of vegetables in the basket was enough for the two of them to eat for three or four days.

"You’re no slouch either, willing to teach them to make pickles."

However, "Wife, how do you know so many things?"

Could Yi Chichi tell him that she comes from an advanced information age where social media is prevalent?

People from this era know little about cooking; one reason is the lack of seasonings, and another is that since the founding of the country, recipes have been in the hands of a few.

The public couldn’t gain cooking knowledge from outside; those talented enough could figure out methods on their own, but most families couldn’t be said to cook delicious food, only that it wasn’t difficult to eat.

Some even made food that was barely edible.

Her aunt was the best example; according to her cousin, our mom’s been raising us like pigs.

Possibly not even feeding them food as good as piglets’.

Because her aunt’s cooking was too terrible, her cousin was skinny as a rake before going to college, and after he went, the cafeteria food seemed like a culinary delight.

Only after going to college did he realize that the food he once thought was bad tasted amazing.

The reason his food tasted bad was his mom’s poor culinary skills.

There are many such cases; even after the millennium, some still don’t know how to cook.

Several of her classmates’ families were like this until the rise of social media, where some who believed they had no culinary talent rose to the occasion, learning to create various dishes by following food influencers.

Yi Chichi loves eating, but she has a strong self-awareness when it comes to manual work; she gave up after trying several times, but she remembers the cooking methods, spices needed, and such for local snacks and specialty dishes from various places.

But she couldn’t explain that, so she smiled, "I have classmates from Sichuan who taught me how to make pickles this way."

"I also helped out in the factory cafeteria, where the head cook’s wife and mother are good friends with mine. They looked after me and taught me quite a few dishes."

Wen Shi responded with an "Oh," and chuckled, "Later you’ll need to teach me well so I can make you a fantastic meal."

"Okay."

As they chatted, they arrived home.

Opening the door and entering the house, Wen Shi went to the kitchen to prepare dinner while Yi Chichi began inspecting their domain.

After a round of admiration, she ran to the kitchen and hugged Wen Shi, overwhelmed, "Mr. Wen, you’ve really done well."

He had accomplished everything she’d uttered as wishes.

The bed was changed, the wardrobe was changed, a vanity table was set up just for her, and a room was organized as a studio for her, complete with the ideal workbench she’d imagined.

Not to mention the little decorations and such.

Wen Shi turned around, embraced her, and laughed lightly, "You’re my wife; since I married you, I must fulfill all your wishes."

"What if I want to kill and set fires?"

"It depends on the situation."

Wen Shi was just as nonchalant, "If someone bullied you to the point that left you no choice, I’d use legal means to have them arrested and executed; if the issue was your fault, I would educate you."

If necessary, keep them home to prevent mistakes.

Yi Chichi just laughed, "I thought you’d say, no matter what you want to do, I will do it for you."

Wen Shi, "...Including killing and arson?"

"Mm-hmm."

Wen Shi’s expression grew complicated, "Wife, can we be a bit more rational? If we actually did that, it would harm both others and ourselves."

Indeed, reality doesn’t blindly favor those who protect others recklessly.

However, Yi Chichi liked it, liked Wen Shi’s sensibility.

"Keep it up."

"I’d better."

"I’ll help you sort the vegetables."

"Okay."

Then the couple busied themselves in the kitchen, chatting and laughing.

At around seven in the evening, Yi Chichi got to indulge in the seafood feast she had been craving.

The crab was prepared with a Typhoon Shelter flavor; the shrimp was seasoned with salt and pepper, and for the sake of the salt and pepper, Wen Shi made it under her guidance, despite grumbling about the hassle.

After swallowing a shrimp, he exclaimed in surprise, "Salt and pepper shrimp is delicious."

"Eat more if you like."

Yi Chichi picked a shrimp and placed it on his plate, and he nodded while digging in.

Steamed grouper was tender and succulent, its texture so delicate that people felt tempted to swallow their tongues.

After savoring the grouper’s deliciousness, Wen Shi sighed in admiration, "The grouper made in the cafeteria was really wasted."

Yi Chichi looked shocked, "Your meals are so good that the cafeteria actually offers grouper?"

"Brought back by those who went to sea."

He meant it wasn’t specially provided usually.

Yi Chichi responded with an "Oh," "How often do you eat meat?"

"Not often, it’s mostly seafood."

After all, seafood is cheap, almost next to being free.

Meat is different; it requires rations, and the military draws in a lot of young people who can really eat; even if there’s a lot of meat, it wouldn’t be enough for them.

"Don’t you raise pigs?"

"We do, but pigs also take time to grow."

That makes sense.

Vegetable basket projects wouldn’t emerge until the 90s; for now, there were no big white pigs, and the pigs raised were mainly indigenous ones, which were tasty but tedious to grow.

True pork freedom would only arrive with the advent of the big white pig, quick to be ready for market with more meat.

Just not with the same taste.

Thinking about the current times is quite challenging.

"Before I go back, I’ll make sure you eat meat every day."

Yi Chichi made a commitment with a heart full of compassion; Wen Shi chuckled uncontrollably, "Wife, you’re so good."

It’s just that you’re thinking too beautifully.

"Making me eat pork every day might not be possible."

Yi Chichi slapped her forehead, "I forgot about the pork quota system."

But maybe she could give it a try.

"Don’t worry; I’ll go to the market early in the morning to grab pork."

Whatever she could get would be good enough.

Wen Shi nodded, "Alright, the coupons are in the second drawer in our room, and the money is kept together; you handle whatever needs buying yourself."

He picked a piece of fish and put it in her bowl, urging, "Eat up, and after you’re full, take a bath and rest."

After a long day, rest was due.

Yi Chichi nodded and buried herself into her meal.

She had quite an appetite, and Wen Shi’s was even bigger; after she was full, he emptied the plates.

For someone whose body lacked nutrients for a long time, having a large appetite was good, especially with Wen Shi and their intense training; being able to eat well was beneficial as it replenishes the body’s needed nutrition.

Yet Yi Chichi felt a bit sorry, worried he might overeat.

"Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

"No."

Wen Shi leaned back in his chair with a face full of satisfaction, exhaling deeply, declaring he was comfortable.