Rebirth of a Village Girl

If this were in ancient times, she would definitely be considered a female general.

Impressive!

Really impressive!

By the time she finished constructing the swing, it was already evening, and Ni Yang began to cook.

The workers were not eating at their house that night, so she only needed to prepare three dishes and a soup.

Ni Yang quickly put together the menu.

One was for breast enlargement, one for slimming, and the last was a soup to reduce dark circles under the eyes.

In the evening, after dinner, Ni Cuihua came out of her room holding her nose, “Yangyang, what was that thing you brought back from Guangguan last time? It stinks!”

“Stinks?” Ni Yang wrinkled her brows, “I’ll go check.”

Ni Cuihua pointed at the big bulky thing in the corner which was covered in spikes all over, “Yangyang, look at this thing! It stinks!”

Ni Yang took a look and realized it was a durian!

She had brought it back, unripe, from Guangguan last time, and left it at home for a few days to ripen. The smell indicated it was now ripe.

“Mom, this isn’t a stench, it’s fragrance!”

Ni Cuihua incredulously replied, “It’s so stinky and yet you call it fragrant?”

Ni Yang explained, “Mom, this is called durian, it’s a fruit from the tropical region. It smells bad to some people, but it tastes nothing but delicious.”

“Really?” Ni Cuihua was doubtful.

She suspected her daughter was teasing her, but she had no evidence.

Ni Yang moved the durian to the table while smiling, “It’s really true. Mom, I’ll cut the durian open. You go call Auntie Ni and let her taste this exotic fruit.”

Ni Cuihua replied, “Invite Aunt Ni to eat something this stinky? What if it upsets her stomach?” Ni Cuihua was obviously uneasy, having never had durian before.

Because it really stinks!

Ni Yang smiled and said, “I promise you’ll feel different after just one bite.”

Doubtful but curious, Ni Cuihua went to find Ni Chenggui with her child in her arms.

After a short while, Ni Chenggui arrived. “What’s that smell, it’s so strong?”

Ni Cuihua replied, “It’s a durian. I told her we can’t eat it, but Yangyang insisted it’s delicious and asked me to call you over.”

“Auntie Ni, here, try a piece of durian.” Ni Yang handed Ni Chenggui a piece of durian.

Ni Chenggui took the durian, and said delicately, “This thing… it’s a bit smelly…”

Not just a bit, it was really stinky!

Ni Yang handed a piece to Ni Cuihua and said with a smile, “The durian smells bad, but it tastes delicious. Aunt Ni, you’ll find out once you take a bite.”

Ni Chenggui swallowed, unable to believe what he was hearing.

This thing didn’t look appetizing at all.

Ni Yang took a big bite of the white, pulpy fruit, the luscious, sweet flavor felt just like eating ice cream!

No matter how times change, the taste of durian remains the same.

It was a taste she missed and couldn’t help sighing, “It’s actually really good!”

Is it really that good?

Seeing her eating it like that, Ni Chenggui took a small piece and put it in his mouth.

The taste wasn’t as bizarre as he imagined.

Another bite, um, it was a tad sweet.

Just like that, Ni Chenggui was taking one bite after another, unknowingly polishing off the entire piece of durian. Surprised, he said to Ni Yang, “Yangyang, this is actually really good!”

The texture was really unique, unlike any other crisp fruit, this felt soft and creamy, offering an entirely different flavor.

Seeing Ni Chenggui had finished the entire piece, Ni Cuihua also decided to taste it.

She suddenly discovered that the taste was actually bearable!

So, the three of them ended up devouring the whole durian.

“It was really good!” said Ni Chenggui, sitting in the chair. He then asked, “Yangyang, how did you know this was a delicious fruit?”

Such a stinky fruit, anyone else wouldn’t dare to try it.

But Ni Yang was different.

She brings surprises every moment.

Ni Yang replied with a smile, “This is a special product of Guangguan. I bought it home to try because people said it was delicious, and as it turns out, it really is.”

The next day, Ni Yang took Ni Cuihua and Ni Yun to the city.

“Mom, these are the new shops I bought.” Ni Yang took Ni Cuihua in front of two new shops.

Ni Cuihua stood in front of the new shops with mixed feelings.

Somehow, she was reminded of the days she spent with her daughter in Dam Village.

Back then, she could never have imagined that one day she would live the life she was living now.

“Mom, let’s go in and take a look.” Ni Yang led Ni Cuihua into one of the shops.

The person in charge of the renovation was Wang Tieniu’s nephew, Zhou Dahua.

Zhou Dahua was a reliable person, just like Wang Tieniu. He was very grateful to Ni Yang for giving him this opportunity to make money.

“Yangyang, you’re here, who is this?” Zhou Dahua warmly greeted,

Ni Yang introduced him, “Uncle Zhou, this is my mom. Mom, this is Uncle Tieniu’s nephew.”

Zhou Dahua replied, “Nice to meet you, Ni. Just call me Xiaozhou.”

“Xiaozhou, you guys have been working hard these days.”

Zhou Dahua replied with a smile, “Not at all. You’ve paid us, so this is the least we could do.”

Ni Yang not only paid them but also paid them three times the market price. Therefore, the workers were filled with energy while working.

Ni Yang took Ni Cuihua for a tour around the shop, and then they went to the physical store of “Ice Silk Fair Skin” in the mall.

After strolling in the mall for a while and buying some spring clothes, they finally left the mall.

It was already nearly twelve noon. Ni Yang looked at Ni Cuihua and said, “Mom, let’s go eat something. We hardly get to come to the city, we should treat ourselves to something nice.”

Thinking of the 158 yuan they had spent on the last meal, Ni Cuihua said with a bit of distress, “No need for something too fancy, we can just go to a shop and have some noodles.”

“We can have noodles any day.” After a thought, Ni Yang decided to take Ni Cuihua to a western restaurant to broaden her horizons.

At this time, there were already two western restaurants in the city.

Unlike the opulent state-run restaurant that they visited last time, the Western restaurant was stylish and elegant, and the waitstaff had a strong sense of service.

The restaurant was filled with the romantic melodies of the renowned violin piece, “My Own True Love”.

A waiter escorted the two to a window table and asked, “What can I get you? Here’s the menu.”

Ni Yang flipped through the menu and started ordering, “Two sirloin steaks, one medium-rare, one well-done. A pizza, French escargot. Then two cups of cappuccino and one cup of plain milk. That will be all for now, thank you.”