Old Lady Zhang's Rebirth: Going Mad! Severing Ties with Family! Becoming Incredibly Rich!

"Who did something wrong!"

Lin Yongkang said hurriedly, "Guiying, don't talk nonsense. If this gets to Liu Yufen's ears, she'll make a huge scene with me. That woman is the most troublesome."

Zhang Guiying was furious. "Your mouth stinks! Do you have hemorrhoids on your tongue?!"

"My chubby sister-in-law works a regular job, earning just as much money as you and eating just as much food as you. Since she entered your family, she has been taking care of your parents and bearing your children."

"I've spent most of my life with you, and I've never received a kind word in return. All you do is criticize others for being difficult. Don't you have any shame?!"

Let's not talk about Lin Yongkang.

Even the Zhao family was completely stunned.

Lin Yongkang stared, and it took him a while to find his voice, "Don't you and Yufen get along?"

"So what if we don't get along? Does that mean I can't speak up fairly?"

Zhang Guiying glared at Lin Yongkang, "We've been neighbors across the street for decades. You learn one good quality from my Zhao Binghe every year, yet you can't utter such shameless words. If you were nice to Fatty Sister-in-law, would she be so difficult?"

"You look old on top and young on the bottom, only Fatty treats you like a treasure."

"Cherish it while you can. No woman is that blind after losing Fatty Sister-in-law."

Zhang Guiying turned and went into the hospital.

Lin Yongkang was stunned by the scolding. Pointing at Zhang Guiying's back, he glared angrily at Zhao Binghe, "Don't you do anything about your wife? Look how arrogant she's become!"

His wife just praised him.

Zhao Binghe was grinning from ear to ear when he heard Lin Yongkang complaining. His face immediately darkened. "I spoil him, I like it, so what?"

"..."

Oh shit.

It's simply unbearable to look at.

Lin Yongkang wiped his face, turned around, and went home.

In the time it took Zhang Guiying to take a shower.

Zhao Binghe had already laid out a mat in the main room. The main room was well-ventilated and cooler than the other rooms. Zhang Guiying grabbed a palm-leaf fan and lay down on the mat to take a nap.

There is a passageway between the carport and the kitchen in the yard.

A door was installed in the corridor, which served as a simple shower area.

After taking a shower, Zhao Binghe saw that Zhang Guiying was still awake. He took the palm-leaf fan from her and fanned her, saying, "You finally have a day off, so quickly lie down and get some sleep."

Zhang Guiying was still thinking about Lin Yongkang. The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She sat up abruptly. "Lin Yongkang looked so guilty just now. Could he have really done something to betray Fatty Sister-in-law?"

Don't overthink it.

Zhang Guiying wasn't just imagining things.

For a period of time in her past life, Fatty Sister and Lin Yongkang argued every day across the street. The reason for their arguments seemed to be that Lin Yongkang was having an affair.

"We live right across from each other, so keep an eye on Lin Yongkang when you're home."

"You're keeping an eye out for Fatty's wife?"

"Who's keeping an eye out for her? I'm just worried that Lin Yongkang might do something bad that could affect our family," Zhang Guiying retorted stubbornly.

The neighbor did something bad.

How could it possibly affect their family?

Zhao Binghe didn't expose her, and said with a suppressed laugh, "Okay, I'll be more careful in the future."

Zhang Guiying glared at Zhao Binghe, and silently kept a watchful eye on herself. After the demolition in her previous life, she and Fatty Sister-in-law had hardly seen each other.

I heard that Lin Yongkang later ran away with the demolition compensation money.

Fat Sister's son, Lin Xiangyang, was already engaged, but because of this incident, the marriage fell through. According to Li Meifeng, Fat Sister had a particularly difficult few years.

Zhang Guiying felt it necessary to keep an eye on Lin Yongkang for her.

The following Wednesday.

Zhang Guiying continued to set up her stall.

Her business is now very stable. She earns a net profit of about 50 yuan every morning and a little more in the evening, around 70 yuan. Her daily net income is around 120 yuan.

Business is much better than when I first started my stall in my previous life.

Zhang Guiying was extremely content.

As usual, he set up his stall on a tricycle.

Zhang Guiying's braised pork is selling like hotcakes.

Not only cotton mill workers, but also nearby residents lined up to buy it.

The cotton mill hadn't closed yet, but several nearby residents had already lined up. When they saw Zhang Guiying, they asked, "Sister Zhang, why didn't you set up your stall yesterday? A lot of people came to buy pork heads but couldn't get any."

"Something came up at home yesterday."

"You scared me! I thought you weren't going to set up your stall at the cotton mill anymore."

"Come, come, come."

Zhang Guiying quickly unloaded the meat from the tricycle and said cheerfully, "Unless there are special circumstances, I come to set up my stall every Monday to Saturday."

"That's good, that's good. Of all the braised pork I've bought from, yours tastes the best. The pig's head is cleaned very well, and the hygiene of the stall is visibly clean."

The customer saw that she had set up her stall and quickly said, "Give me two catties of pig's head meat, and add extra chili. My husband has been craving this since yesterday."

"Okay."

I've been running this stall for so long.

Zhang Guiying has already mastered it.

The pig's head meat was taken out of the stainless steel bucket, chopped and weighed on a scale. It weighed exactly two jin (1 kg), no more and no less. Zhang Guiying quickly chopped the meat and made a cold dish.

The cotton mill hasn't closed for the day yet.

Wang, the woman selling sesame cakes nearby, enthusiastically helped Zhang Guiying.

Watching Zhang Guiying earn money piece by piece, Sister Wang was extremely envious. After all the nearby residents had left, Sister Wang gritted her teeth and bought two ounces of pork head.

She absolutely had to try Zhang Guiying's braised pig's head meat to see how delicious it was.

Two ounces of meat cost a little over two mao (0.2 yuan), and Zhang Guiying didn't charge Sister Wang. Instead, she asked her for two sesame seed cakes for lunch.

Sister Wang made a sesame seed cake, chopped up some meat and stuffed it inside. Zhang Guiying also poured some braising sauce into the cake. Sister Wang took a bite and her mouth was filled with the aroma of meat.

Sister Wang's eyes lit up. "Delicious! Even better than the braised pig's head at the grocery store!"

"Of course!"

Zhang Guiying boasted a lot, "My great-grandfather was a royal chef in the palace. This braised pork recipe was passed down from my ancestors. In the past, only the empresses in the palace could afford to eat this. It's only now that we've had reform and opening up that ordinary people like us can even see it."

It is true that Zhang Guiying's ancestors were imperial chefs.

The recipe for braised pork is a family heirloom and it's authentic.

She didn't know whether the ladies in the palace used to eat pig's head, but that didn't stop her from bragging... oops, I mean, she wasn't bragging.

What did they say in those later short videos?

Marketing.

Yes, that's marketing for her.

I must say, this marketing strategy is quite effective.

A recipe passed down from the palace sounds so high-end and sophisticated!

Who wouldn't be curious about what the emperors and empresses ate in the past? First, attract customers, and if they find her braised meat delicious, wouldn't they be able to do business again and again?

Learning from her past life's experiences, Zhang Guiying has avoided many detours in this life.

Sister Wang finished the sesame seed cake and meat in a few bites, then stared at the braised meat in Zhang Guiying's stainless steel bucket. She casually asked Zhang Guiying, "Little sister, how did you braise this meat until it's so tender and fragrant?"

"..."

Zhang Guiying was speechless.

They say it's a recipe passed down from their ancestors, yet you still keep asking around, how dare you!

Zhang Guiying dismissed the person with a few perfunctory words.

Sister Wang was still not giving up. "Sister, don't misunderstand. I don't want to know your recipe. I just want to know how to stew the meat so tender. I'll buy some meat and stew it for my grandson."

Is this not asking for her prescription?

Zhang Guiying's attitude became even colder, "There's no trick to it, just add more firewood and simmer it longer."

"..."

Sister Wang pouted.

How stingy!

Zhang Guiying thought Sister Wang was just asking, but when she came to set up her stall on Friday, she saw Sister Wang pulling a cart and selling braised pork instead of sesame cakes.