Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

Ever since Zheng Yaoxiang learned about some things abroad, he felt that good things came from abroad. The Zheng family had entertained foreigners before, so there must be foreign snacks.

Zheng Juzi just thought it was funny, "Not people in all countries eat melon seeds. We roast our own melon seeds at home."

"Did you fry them yourself?" Zheng Miaoxuan felt that the taste was exceptionally good and exclaimed, "If I take these melon seeds to sell in the capital, I might be able to get a lot of money."

Unexpectedly, this person also likes to make money. Zheng Juzi suddenly found more common language with Zheng Miaoxuan.

Unfortunately, eating melon seeds doesn’t satisfy your hunger at all.

After eating melon seeds for another hour, Zheng Yaozu finally couldn't help but said, "I heard there are a lot of snacks along the national highway here. How about I treat you today and we go eat some snacks together?"

Zheng Juzi acted as if she didn't understand what he meant and said, "It's not dinner time now, there won't be anything good to eat there. If you want to have a midnight snack, there's a barbecue there that tastes great."

Zheng Yaozu...I actually want to eat.

Eating is a common thing, but if you miss even one meal, let alone a whole day, you will feel like you can't survive.

The Zheng family should know that they didn’t have lunch. Even if they don’t know, most guests will ask if they have eaten.

Now that he offered to treat the other party, they actually called it a midnight snack. Do people in small places only eat two meals a day as the legend goes?

"Grandpa Zheng wants to taste the flavors of his hometown from his childhood. It will feel more real if he's hungry." Zheng Juzi didn't keep the secret. In fact, she was a little hungry herself.

In order to avoid being tempted by snacks and skipping meals which would affect your height, we only have snacks such as melon seeds and peanuts at home.

I have just taken out a little bit of candy and eaten it. Now...

Should I remind Mrs. Zheng to eat?

No, Zheng Juzi doesn’t want to eat even if the meal is ready.

Even though it was only 89 and everyday food was "rough" compared to the more refined and delicious food of later times, she couldn't eat the hastily prepared "special dishes."

Can't tell what the special mixture of paste and raw chili is.

No salt added yet.

In order to share the joys and sorrows with the leader, everyone went hungry for half a day before eating together.

When Zheng Hanqiu saw what it was, he was about to run away, but was held tightly by Zheng Juzi.

"Let go. The commander wants to see you, not me. I just remembered that I have a lot of homework to do. I'm going to do it first."

Ha ha.

"Would you care about that little bit of homework? Do you believe it?" She had been called out and couldn't escape, and Zheng Juzi didn't want her to have an easy time.

We may not share the happiness, but we must share the difficulties.

"I don't want to eat!" Zheng Hanqiu protested.

Zheng Juzi didn't care whether she ate or not, she just had to stay. If she stayed, everyone would eat and it would depend on whether she ate or not.

In addition to sorghum porridge, better options include small pancakes made by pounding rice in a bowl and drying it in an iron pan. There is no oil or salt, and they are just dry and hard pancakes.

"It's this taste, it's exactly this taste, just like it was back then." Zheng Weiyang took a bite of all three things, and then tears flowed down his face. "It's been decades, and it's still so unpalatable. Every time I eat, I want to celebrate the New Year early."

Old Mrs. Zheng cooperated and said, "Happy New Year! During the New Year, we can have white rice and meat."

"Yeah," Zheng Weiyang drank half a bowl of sorghum porridge, "I haven't felt this scratching throat feeling for a long time. Life is really better now."

The people who were eating with me...

"Grandpa, didn't you eat pickles before?" Zheng Yaoxiang felt like vomiting. Is this really something people eat? It was stuck in his throat and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"I eat." Zheng Weiyang wiped his tears and said, "But when we don't have to do heavy work, we don't eat much pickled vegetables at home. Pickled vegetables use a lot of salt, so I can't bear to eat them."

Zheng Yaoxiang...he thought pickles were already a very low-end food.

It’s really not easy to live to this day.

Zheng Juzi and Zheng Hanqiu also had a hard time eating. No matter whether the food was dry or mushy, eating was not a pleasure.

I eat these things purely for the sake of survival.

Zheng Hanqiu swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, and even thought: If I have to eat this every day, I might as well die.

Only Old Lady Zheng and Zheng Weiyang were actually eating this meal; everyone else felt like they were being tortured.

I used to think that having a full stomach was the greatest fulfillment in life, but in just over a decade it has become a torture.

It is indeed easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality

That's good, doesn't it mean that everyone's living standards have improved? It's a good thing.

Zheng Weiyang sighed deeply, the meaning of which was not clear, and he did not say much.

In the evening, Zheng Juzi performed normally. Considering that Zheng Yi's family are from the north, he specially invited Ji Yueling to make hand-rolled noodles and dumplings.

Rolling out noodles doesn't seem to require much technical skills, but in fact, the more times you knead and press them, the better the taste will be.

Compared with the meal in the afternoon, everyone felt like they had returned to the world of the living in the evening.

"Juzi, you are such a great cook." Eating in the afternoon was like torture for Zheng Yaoxiang. He felt uncomfortable if he ate one more bite. Eating the food made by Zheng Juzi now was also like torture. He would die of bloating if he ate one more bite.

Zheng Juzi just smiled.

"Do all girls in the countryside know how to cook?" Zheng Yaoxiang thought to himself, if this person was his sister, could she cook delicious food for him every day?

Zheng Juzi said: "There are many people who can cook, but everyone has different tastes. Whether food is delicious or not is also in everyone's own eyes."

"Juzi, you don't want to go abroad. Do you want to go to the imperial capital?" Zheng Yaoxiang knew that Grandpa Zheng came here this time to see his fellow townsmen.

Although his father has been adopted by Grandpa Zheng, they are not related by blood after all.

This family didn’t seem to be very familiar with Grandpa Zheng, but they were from the same place and had the same surname, and they could talk for such a long time after meeting, so maybe they were blood relatives.

If they were relatives, would Grandpa Zheng recognize Zheng Juzi as his granddaughter? Then he could take her to the imperial capital.

If only she could go to the imperial capital, she could make delicious food for herself every day.

Zheng Juzi didn't know what he was thinking. If she knew, she would just snort coldly - Do you want me to be a nanny or a cook when I go to the capital? She replied, "I have thought about it."

"Really?" Zheng Yaoxiang was a little excited. "Then will you come with us? I'll ask my mom to help you pack your luggage."

Why are you so excited about whether I'm going to the capital?

Zheng Juzi has been supporting her younger brother for twenty years and is always on guard against her younger brother who has an older sister. No, she is younger than Zheng Yaoxiang now, so she is the younger sister.

"I'm still in junior high school, and I won't consider going to the capital until at least three years later." Zheng Juzi has no intention of leaving recently.