Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

On April 20, before dawn, Qian Yixiu awoke. Today, she was to visit the Liang Mansion to express her thanks for their help and to say goodbye. The Little Monk had written to notify her that he and the Half Old Immortal would return to Daci Temple on the 22nd, and she planned to accompany them. Today, Uncle Liang and Young Master Song were off duty, so she could see them once more. After this farewell, it was uncertain when they would meet again.

It was quite odd to think about it: having crossed into a feudal society, she befriended not a single woman, but several men. The Little Monk, Doctor Zhang, Uncle Liang, Young Master Song—all of them were decent people. Although she rarely saw Uncle Liang and Young Master Song more than a few times a year, at least they had met. Now, future encounters were even more doubtful.

Especially Uncle Liang, who, given his military duties, rarely had a chance to visit Ji’an and always talked about going to the frontier to fight for a better future. So, even if she occasionally came to the capital, meeting him might not be possible. The likelihood of ever seeing him again in this lifetime was uncertain. Thinking about it was quite sad; Uncle Liang was a pretty good "kid" and had helped her family a lot.

Yixiu pondered for a long time what gift to bring to the Liang Mansion, considering that they lacked neither fine things nor money. And she couldn’t, like Wealthy Huang, spend a fortune to secure favor; her financial situation simply did not allow it. Moreover, both Old Lady Liang and Uncle might not even accept it.

After much thought, she decided to present something novel and delightful—a rare dessert from this era to please the Old Queen Grandma and the children. At the same time, she planned to bring along the social stars Monkey Brother and Benben, who were adored by people of all ages.

This way, the expense was modest, yet it would surely earn their favor.

Yixiu used eggs to make some fresh cream and prepared a fruit cream cake.

Lady Wei, having worked as a pastry chef for quite some time and guided by Yixiu, managed to make a cake even more delicious than those Yixiu had eaten in her previous life.

It was cherry season, and there were kiwifruit and pineapples from Lingnan, red, green, and yellow, all cut into cubes and placed attractively on the glistening white cream.

No sooner was the fruit cream cake made than Monkey Brother became so anxious that he scratched his head and clawed his face. After having one piece, he wanted two; after two, he wanted three. When denied more, he became angry and tried to snatch it by force. Seeing Yixiu glare at him, he dared not grab, but started to wipe away tears instead.