The woman immediately let out an "Oh" of understanding and then happily went to whisper with the other women.
The village women loved gossip the most. Before, Fu Wenwen had been chasing Liu Zihua, and everyone had seen it, but clearly, Liu Zihua didn't like the spoiled and willful Fu Wenwen, and he paid more attention to Su Xiaoxiao.
Fu Wenwen's public questioning made all of Su Xiaoxiao's efforts during this period turn to naught. Many villagers looked at Su Xiaoxiao with suspicion. Although she had returned the money to Fu Wenwen, she had indeed taken Fu Wenwen's money and had lied.
Fu Wenwen, with the money, happily took Lin An home. She wanted to see how Su Xiaoxiao would continue to thrive in the village.
Before, she used Fu Wenwen's things to gain favor. This time, she wanted to tear her face off publicly and see if she could still use her hypocritical face to please everyone.
Back home, Fu Wenwen started cooking and even made a luxurious pot of braised pork. Although she wasn't proficient with the village's clay pot, thankfully, little Lin An was always by her side to help, and the two of them managed to prepare a table of dishes.
Looking at the steaming white rice on the table, Fu Wenwen felt that transmigrating wasn't so bad after all! Although resources were scarce in this era, there were no zombies and no danger. It was quite good.
It was just a shame about the supplies she had just stocked up before transmigrating. She had spent a whole week clearing out the zombies in the supermarket and had emptied all its supplies.
Fortunately, she was extremely adaptable. With Lin Feng gone, she only needed to take care of Lin An. If the two of them were full, the whole family wouldn't starve.
She reached out and took the bowl from Lin An's hand. Carefully, she used a ladle to scoop two spoonfuls of the braised pork sauce over the rice. Fu Wenwen, smelling the rich aroma of meat, suppressed her saliva, mixed the rice, and then placed it in front of Lin An.
Lin An had been quietly eating his white rice. Unexpectedly, Fu Wenwen reached out and took his bowl. Just when he thought Fu Wenwen still didn't want him to eat, she returned the bowl, and the white rice had now become rice mixed with meat sauce.
The smell made Lin An involuntarily swallow.
"Eat up! Today it's rice with meat sauce, it's so delicious." Fu Wenwen reached out and rubbed Lin An's head, then gave him two pieces of braised pork, signaling him to eat quickly.
Lin An stared blankly at the rice. Fu Wenwen paused and cautiously asked, "Can you eat? Do you want me to feed you?"
Hearing Fu Wenwen's words, Lin An turned to look at her, shook his head gently, and then nodded. Just as Fu Wenwen was confused and bewildered, Lin An scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth.
From his demeanor, it seemed he could eat by himself.
Fu Wenwen felt relieved and focused on mixing a bowl of rice for herself. The two of them, one big and one small, hadn't had anything greasy in a long time. They almost buried their heads in the rice, eating mouthful after mouthful, unable to stop.
Only when there wasn't a single grain of rice left in the bowl did Fu Wenwen stop and sigh with contentment.
Being able to eat such a bowl of rice was pure happiness.
She felt utterly comfortable.
Beside her, Lin An finished his meal and quietly put away his bowl and chopsticks to wash them in the kitchen. Fu Wenwen quickly got up to snatch them away.
Having a two-year-old wash dishes was a sin. "I'll wash the bowls, you go play?"
Lin An quietly looked at Fu Wenwen, judging whether she was telling the truth. Seeing Fu Wenwen genuinely take the bowls to wash, Lin An quietly returned to his room and lay down on the bed.