I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Jiang Chen handed over a hot towel.

"Mom, if you like, please stay here for a while longer."

Su Qing covered her mouth and laughed from the side.

"Oh dear, I wonder who it was that insisted on using glacial water to cook me a nutritious meal just now."

"Get out of here, you brat, how dare you talk about your mother like that."

Jiang Wan snatched the towel and wiped her hands.

Starting with that pot of old hen soup, the wife of the richest man in the provincial capital was completely captivated by Jiangjia Village.

She completely forgot about germaphobia, calories, and elegant manners.

Those low-fat meals prepared by nutritionists at great expense, along with the polar glacial water airlifted in, are all just sitting in the warehouse gathering dust.

Every morning, fresh vegetables specially supplied by Jiangjia Village Super Farm, still glistening with dew, are delivered to the kitchen of the large apartment by a dedicated person.

Su Qing yawned as she walked out of the bedroom and saw her mother, who usually only ate bird's nest and sea cucumber, sitting at the dining table without any regard for her image.

Jiang Wan held a large white porcelain bowl in her hand, filled with chunks of premium tomatoes, generously sprinkled with a thick layer of white sugar.

Su Qing pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Mom, why are you eating such sweets so early in the morning?"

Jiang Wan scooped up a piece with a spoon and put it in her mouth.

"What do you know? These tomatoes are amazing! They're so juicy and sweet-and-sour, a million times better than any of the imported fruits we grow on our farm!"

She ate with more gusto than a three-year-old, not even bothering to throw away the last bit of bright red syrup at the bottom of the bowl, but instead picked up the bowl and drank it all up.

"This soil and water are so nourishing."

Jiang Wan smacked her lips, still wanting more.

In the evening, Jiang Youfu arrived promptly with a large iron pot to become the head chef.

A traditional Jiangjia Village firewood-cooked meal, paired with braised black pork stewed in a large iron pot, is glossy red and rich but not greasy.

Jiang Wan held her rice bowl, her eyes shining.

She picked up three pieces of glistening braised pork and ate them with large mouthfuls of the crystal-clear Jiang family-supplied rice.

Hu La Hua greeted them warmly from the side.

"Mother-in-law, eat more! This black pig was raised on cornmeal porridge by us!"

Jiang Wan praised the food as she ate.

"Delicious! So delicious! Auntie, your cooking is amazing!"

She completely forgot that she originally came to take care of her daughter during her postpartum period; now, she's practically come to Jiangjia Village for a vacation and to enjoy herself.

For the next two weeks, Jiang Wan's daily routine was even more regular than that of the villagers.

In the morning, I went with Zhang Guifang to the back hillside to enjoy the scenery and breathe in the fresh, vibrant air.

In the afternoon, I'll move a small stool and go fishing at the reservoir with Jiang Baichuan and his group of old men.

Enjoying top-quality ingredients from revitalized spring water, living a stress-free rural life.

Her face, which had been maintained by various expensive skincare products and cosmetic procedures, visibly became fair and rosy.

Even the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes have miraculously faded, and her skin is as firm as someone in their early thirties.

Su Qing touched her face in amazement.

"Mom, you look amazing! What brand of face cream do you use?"

Jiang Wan looked at herself in the mirror with a smug expression.

"What the hell do you mean by face cream? I haven't used any of those chemical stuff for half a month."

However, this idyllic life also has its side effects.

That morning, a piercing scream came from the master bedroom's bathroom.

"ah--"

Su Qing was startled and quickly ran over to knock on the door.

"Mom! What happened? Did you fall?"

The door opened, and Jiang Wan, wearing her custom-made silk cheongsam, walked out with a look of despair.

She gripped the fabric at the waist of her cheongsam tightly.

"Qingqing, is this scale broken?"

Su Qing was completely bewildered.

"It's not broken. Jiang Chen just had the battery replaced yesterday."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Jiang Wan was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"How could I have gained a full five pounds in just half a month?!"

She touched her waist, which was clearly tightened, and looked utterly dejected.

"This cheongsam was custom-made, and now I can barely zip it up!"

Su Qing chuckled.

"Mom, you eat three bowls of rice and half a pound of braised pork every day. No wonder you're getting fat."

Just as Jiang Wan was looking in the mirror and questioning her life, her phone, which was on the bedside table, rang.

Caller ID: Lao Su.

Su Tianhao, far away in the provincial capital, was sitting alone in the deserted restaurant of his villa.

Several lobsters from a Michelin three-star restaurant were placed in front of him, but he found them tasteless and unpleasant to eat.

When the call connected, Su Tianhao's voice, sounding like a wronged woman, came through.

"Honey, you've been in the village for half a month now. There are still several project documents worth hundreds of millions waiting for your signature at the company."

Jiang Wan was already annoyed, so she replied irritably.

"Let Lao Ye handle what signatures are needed."

Su Tianhao sounded aggrieved.

"Old Ye went to a meeting abroad. When are you coming back? I'll have someone send a helicopter to pick you up."

Jiang Wan casually picked up a top-quality apple, bigger than her fist, from the fruit plate, took a bite, and juice spilled out.

She retorted to the phone with obvious disdain.

"Why go back? To eat your Michelin-starred meals that taste like pig swill? No way!"

Su Tianhao was momentarily speechless.

"Honey, how come Michelin is considered pig swill? That's from the French chef you used to love."

Jiang Wan spoke with righteous indignation.

"That was because I was naive back then. Now I eat free-range chicken stew with mushrooms every day and gnaw on divine fruits. Who would want your pathetic lobster?"

"But I'm so lonely living alone in the provincial capital..."

Su Tianhao, the richest man in the provincial capital, was now as humble as an unwanted, empty-nest old man in front of his wife.

Jiang Wan snorted coldly.

"Lonely? Then go be lonely by yourself! I'm perfectly fine here with my daughter!"

Su Tianhao continued to play the victim.

"Wife, if you don't come back soon, there won't be anyone left to breathe in this house."

"Enough with the nonsense! If you dare send a plane to force me back, you're out of luck!"

Jiang Wan was extremely domineering, showing absolutely no respect for her billionaire husband.

She hung up the phone immediately, leaving Su Tianhao on the other end, bewildered.

Jiang Chen was carrying a glass of warm water out of the kitchen and handed it to Su Qing.

Hearing his mother-in-law's powerful speech, Jiang Chen chuckled and teased her.

"Mom, your temper has gotten worse. You don't even give your father-in-law any face anymore."

Jiang Wan rolled her eyes at him and took another big bite of the apple.

"It's all because this place is too fertile! This place is a veritable den of monsters, you can't kick me out!"

Jiang Chen smiled but didn't say anything.

Su Qing leaned on his shoulder and laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up.

In the following days, Jiang Wanzhen settled down in Jiangjia Village.

. . .

That evening, as the sun set, the fiery clouds on the horizon dyed half the sky red.

Su Qing was still taking a nap inside the house when Jiang Wan followed Hu Lahua to the reservoir to pick out freshly caught fish.

In the spacious courtyard of the large apartment, Jiang Chen was the only one.

This incredibly wealthy tycoon, who can mobilize hundreds of billions of dollars at any time, did not look like a successful person dressed in a suit and tie at this moment.

He was wearing a tank top with a yellowed collar, a pair of shorts with a large floral print, and black flip-flops.

Jiang Chen was sitting on a small plastic stool with a long, rectangular charcoal stove in front of him.

The fruitwood charcoal in the stove was burning red-hot, and dozens of skewers of top-quality black mutton, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, were densely packed on it.

Jiang Chen held a large palm-leaf fan in one hand, fanning the air at the stove opening with all his might, while skillfully flipping the roasting meat with the other.

The mutton fat on the meat skewers dripped onto the charcoal fire as it heated up, producing a puff of white smoke.

An inconspicuous black Volkswagen Santana sedan discreetly parked outside the gate of the large apartment, following the smooth bluestone path.

The car door opened, and the newly appointed county head, Zhang Weimin, stepped out with two secretaries carrying briefcases.

Looking at the luxurious courtyard in front of him, and then at the cold chain logistics park with its astonishing throughput not far away, County Chief Zhang was filled with shock.

He straightened his shirt collar, walked to the half-open gate, and pushed it open.

An irresistible aroma of cumin and chili powder mixed with the finest ingredients filled the air and wafted into the noses of County Magistrate Zhang and his entourage, making their mouths water so much that they almost dripped saliva onto their shoes.

County Chief Zhang and his two secretaries stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly dropping.

They stared at the young man in the courtyard, wearing a tank top and floral shorts, fanning himself and grilling meat, completely unable to believe that this was the legendary, all-powerful General Manager Jiang.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Chen turned his head and saw several unfamiliar faces standing outside the door.

He didn't put on airs at all, waving his hand generously and handing over a large handful of sizzling, oily lamb skewers.

"Oh, what a rare guest! Come, come, make yourself at home!"

"Don't be so polite, we're all family here. Let's eat some skewers first, and then we can chat!"