Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!

These days, getting a new outfit is quite a rare thing.

Before, when Jiang Hai hadn’t split from the Shen Family, Shen Yan would scrimp and save all year just to get Shen Yaoyao a new piece of clothing.

And that was thanks to Jiang Hai’s good relations with the tailor shop.

But now, with Shen Yaoyao merely being an apprentice, where would the money for new clothes come from?

"Yaoyao, where did you get this new dress? Quickly tell your brother."

Shen Yan also pressed her for answers, making Shen Yaoyao feel it was laughable.

"Your son injured my face and you’re still concerned about this?! Is the dress more important or my face?!"

Shen Yaoyao almost screamed it out.

Lately, she’s been on the brink of collapse; the once peaceful life turned into such a mess.

Life has become chaotic, and now that there’s finally a bit of good fortune, coming home she’s still faced with these two people who vex her.

If she had anywhere else to go, she wouldn’t even want to stay here for an extra second.

Shen Ping was still yelling.

"At a time like this, you’re still making her new clothes! Aunt, you clearly don’t care if I live or die!

With this family, how am I supposed to marry a wife? How am I supposed to live in the future? How am I supposed to carry on the family line for the Shen Family?"

Shen Ping, acting like this, was practically cutting into Shen Yan’s flesh, and she also shouted sharply at Shen Yaoyao.

"What the hell are you up to out there! Always dressing like this! Your brother lost his job, and you really aren’t worried at all!

By the way, just happen to help your brother see if the restaurant needs odd workers or something, get him in too."

"Do you think the steel factory’s restaurant is just any place? You think anyone can just waltz in?"

Hearing this, Shen Ping exploded, looking down on odd jobs, but hearing Shen Yaoyao’s implication, it seemed he wasn’t even as good as an odd worker.

"What the hell are you talking about?! What do you mean?! A stinking girl, your wings are hardening now, aren’t they?! Aunt, this is the nice niece you raised!"

"Shen Ping, you should look at what kind of mess you are! You’re a useless person who doesn’t know anything, always just thinking about eating and sleeping all day. What right do you have to point fingers at me?!"

The backyard was lively today.

Shen Yan’s cries never stopped.

But all that could be faintly heard was her scolding of Shen Yaoyao, with curses flying out towards the end, as if she weren’t scolding her niece, more like cursing an enemy.

Little Buding listened with great interest.

"Before, Shen Yan doted on Shen Yaoyao so much, depriving herself to buy her niece new clothes. Now look, did you hear how she’s scolding Shen Yaoyao? Tsk tsk tsk, so complicated, really so complicated, how could Shen Yan change like that?"

"It’s because Shen Yan didn’t change, that she’s like this."

Jiang Lai was experimenting with a new recipe, adding wood to the stove while chatting with Little Buding.

"Before, she had someone to oppress, that was Jiang Hai and the original head of the family.

Now the only one left for her to oppress is Shen Yaoyao, and when her domineering nature bursts out, whoever is weakest gets the short end of the stick.

Anyway, she’s not going to scold her precious nephew; with only Shen Yaoyao left, if not her, then who?"

"It’s called karma: the more you enjoy before, the more you suffer now."

Jiang Lai didn’t bother with them.

Just let those three in the backyard torment each other.

Shen Yan was energetic enough before, harassing Jiang Hai day and night.

Now let’s give her something to do, see if she still has the energy left to torment Jiang Hai.

The stew in the pot was almost ready, and as soon as the lid was lifted, the aroma wafted across half the street.

A few households in the yard couldn’t help but gather around to ask.

"Jiang girl, what are you stewing? It smells so good."

"Pork bone soup, if you think it smells good, bring a bowl and I’ll fill it for you to taste."

"That’s a bit embarrassing..."

Jiang Lai chuckled.

"Aunty, there’s a whole pot of it, no trouble at all if you’re already cooking, come try my hand at it."

Unveiling the pot, the rich, bright white soup exuded a fragrance that had mouths watering; Jiang Lai gently stirred it with a ladle, revealing the pork bones mixed with winter melon and corn, visually fresh and delicious.

Jiang Lai was generous, giving out a big bowl for each family.

The kids around couldn’t wait, holding their small bowls ready, Jiang Lai scooped an extra bowl for them.

As for Jiang Li, he’d been waiting by the side for ages.

Now holding his bowl, squatting in the kitchen, after blowing twice, he couldn’t wait to sip.

"Ah! So hot, so hot! So delicious!! Sis, it’s really good!!"

Judging by Jiang Li’s exaggerated expression, this soup must be extremely tasty.

The kids outside gulped it down eagerly, while adults, tempted, couldn’t help but come to ask for a taste.

"Oh my, is this really pork bone soup? Why is it so fresh and bright! It’s so tasty I nearly bit my tongue off!"

"So good, so good! Even the winter melon tastes great! eating it like this is better than meat!"

A group of people couldn’t stop praising it, their eyes fixed steadily on what remained in Jiang Lai’s pot.

Jiang Lai, however, was also generous, saving only a whole jug for herself, distributing the rest to everyone in the neighborhood.

The aroma lingered around the entire courtyard; everyone was reluctant to finish it all at once, keeping some to dip their bread in later.

"Jiang girl, your cooking skills are truly better than your father’s!"

"Really? That’s great, I’ve been thinking of taking over for my dad so he can rest at home!"

Someone curiously asked,

"We also use pork bones for broth at home, but why doesn’t ours turn out as fresh and tasty as yours? It’s even better than chicken soup with skin and meat!"

Jiang Lai gave a mysterious smile.

"It’s a secret recipe. If I tell, how will our restaurant do business in the future, am I right?"

"Hahaha, true, true, then if we want more in the future, can we come find you at the restaurant?"

Jiang Lai nodded.

"Of course, this is a new dish I was trying out. If you all like it, I’ll propose it to the restaurant, and we’ll sell this soup!"

One aunty, still craving the soup, smacked her lips repeatedly.

"Such a delicious soup won’t be cheap; we’ll buy it during festivals to enjoy."

"Don’t worry, aunty, it won’t be expensive, it’s only ten cents a bowl at most!"

Ten cents a bowl isn’t cheap, after all, this is merely a thin broth, with just two slices of winter melon and a piece of corn within.

Elsewhere, if they sell this for over three cents, people would be complaining.

But Jiang Lai’s soup was genuinely fresh and delicious, so much that a bowl with two buns could make for a satisfying meal.

And certainly, the ingredients inside weren’t cheap either.

"Alright, then hurry and suggest it to the restaurant, so we can come buy it each week!"

"Thanks, everyone, for the support. When you come, I’ll have my dad send you some appetizers to enjoy!"

Jiang Lai’s cheerful character was very appealing, and since everyone got to drink such delicious soup for free, not supporting Jiang Lai at the restaurant in future felt almost dishonorable.