Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Tian Bajin and his companions refrained from drinking; they had to work in the afternoon, and if they drank, other villagers would surely smell the alcohol on their breath. The Tian Family already aroused envy among some villagers for having two dry meals a day, now if they had alcohol every day, the jealousy would be even greater. Better to provoke less gossip: they only drank a little wine at night, not at noon.

"Today’s dishes are all cooked by Ah Nan, what chef?" Li Yuedi couldn’t help but reveal the truth, and upon saying this, the room suddenly buzzed with excitement.

Tian Manmu took a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. After only a few chews, he praised, "Not bad, Ah Nan’s culinary skills are really good! The fish is cooked just right, not too salty and not bland, delicious."

After a few bites, others also joined in the praise. Even Zhu Aiqing, who always criticized her, smiled and nodded in approval. As for Tian Manjin, there was no need to say – even if Tian Sisi cooked poison, he would praise it as delicious, let alone that she had made an exquisite dish. He kept commending his precious and capable daughter, and Tian Sisi couldn’t help but wear a smug expression.

"It’s all thanks to the generous use of oil; you don’t know. The oil Ah Nan uses for one meal is more than Granny uses in three days," Tian Shouhua pointed out Tian Sisi’s shortcoming. He had been anxious seeing Tian Sisi pouring the oil, thinking whether it was oil or vegetables they were eating.

Tian Sisi felt a little guilty; she had forgotten that people nowadays preferred to boil their food and accidentally resorted to stir-frying with oil, just as in her previous life. Tian Xinhua, seeing Tian Sisi’s embarrassed state, hurriedly said, "It’s not as exaggerated as fourth brother says. Ah Nan is just young and accidentally poured a little too much. Qinghua, eat fewer snails, I haven’t had many yet."

Everyone else was attracted by Tian Xinhua’s loud voice and saw that the snails in the dish had indeed been eaten halfway by Tian Qinghua. They quickly reached out with their chopsticks to pick the snails – the most plump and fresh just before Qingming, with people saying that snails before Qingming are better than goose meat. After Qingming, the snails become thinner, and there are many small snails inside which are less satisfying to eat.

Seeing everyone was no longer fixated on Tian Sisi’s use of oil, Tian Xinhua slightly smiled. He would still need to remind Ah Nan to be a bit more cautious in the future and not make it so obvious. He had already noticed that great-grandpa’s home had much more abundant supplies of meat, rice, and oil, which must be related to Ah Nan. He would need to be more careful in the future; she was young and might not think of these things. He would have to watch more closely.