The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

At 11:30, the iron wok was heated and half a spoonful of vegetable oil was poured in.

Just as the oil starts to smoke, add the shallots, cut into 1-inch sections, to the pan.

It's sizzling!

The aroma wafted from the bottom of the pot, a spicy flavor mixed with an indescribable sweetness. The hot oil spurted up the stove and up the chimney, shooting out from the chimney opening.

Su Xingmian squinted her eyes slightly after choking on the choking fumes.

After turning it over twice with a spatula, the wild onions were cooked through and softened, and six wild eggs were beaten and poured in.

When the egg mixture comes into contact with the oily shallots, the edges immediately puff up into golden frilly shapes, while the center remains a tender yellow yolk.

Quickly flip it over, scoop it up, and plate it.

It took less than two minutes in total.

The plate was placed on the table, and Zhang Cuihua was already sitting there, taking a couple of deep sniffs.

Su Xingmian handed her the chopsticks.

"Try it."

Zhang Cuihua picked up a large chopstick and stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it three times, and then stopped moving.

"sister in law?"

Zhang Cuihua slammed her chopsticks on the table.

"Su Xingmian".

"Um?"

"Is this sand onion of yours somehow sentient?"

Su Xingmian almost dropped the chopsticks in her hand.

She glanced down at the sand onions on the plate.

Goodness, that's a far cry from being a spirit, but the one that grows sand onions... definitely is.

She composed herself, picked up a piece, and put it in her mouth.

"Sister-in-law, what nonsense are you talking about? This is just wild onion."

Zhang Cuihua ignored her and slapped her thigh.

"It's so fresh! So fresh it's almost unbelievable! Eggs are already fragrant, but stir-fried with these sand onions, this is the best dish I've ever eaten in my eight years as a military wife!"

Su Xingmian felt relieved and chewed on the tender egg and crisp scallion.

First, the spiciness bursts in your mouth, then the eggy aroma envelops you, and finally, a sweet aftertaste lingers at the end.

It's really delicious.

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

Zhao Hongmei stood at the door, her apron covered in flour.

"I was kneading dough at home, and the wind carried the aroma over. You guys are so unfair, eating something delicious without inviting me."

Zhang Cuihua waved to her.

"Come quickly, come quickly."

Zhao Hongmei plopped down, picked up a spoonful, chewed twice, and left her chopsticks hanging in mid-air.

"Wait a minute. This wild onion is not the same as what I used to eat. The flavor is more than three times stronger, and it's even sweet at the end."

She put down her chopsticks and looked at Su Xingmian.

"Comrade Su, what's in your prescription?"

Su Xingmian smiled sweetly.

"It's a secret recipe taught by my grandmother."

"Could you plant a few for me too?"

"Once this crop has grown well, everyone will get a share when it's time to divide the plants."

"There are more seeds behind."

Zhao Hongmei stretched her chopsticks out again.

Before Su Xingmian could finish speaking, the courtyard gate rang again.

Li Xiuying leaned halfway in, and then Sister Liu's voice drifted over from the other end of the alley.

"Who's cooking sand onions? The smell is so overpowering! It woke my husband, Old Zhang, up from his bed!"

Su Xingmian watched as one person after another poured into the courtyard.

In fifteen minutes, the dish was finished.

Sister Liu licked her lips.

"Girl, if this dish were served in the regimental canteen, it would make all the soldiers in the regiment drool with envy."

Su Xingmian sat on the threshold without saying a word.

A small surge of warmth flowed into my meridians.

It's a good deed if the vegetables you grow are eaten by others.

She didn't think much of it.

He patted his knees, stood up, and went into the kitchen to wash the pots.

Before leaving, Sister Liu asked for a small bowl to take with her.

"Take some to Sister-in-law Han to try!"

The division commander's wife.

Su Xingmian nodded without saying anything.

The division commander's family compound.

Han Yuzhi sat at the dining table, with cabbage stew with vermicelli, pickled vegetable shreds, and seaweed soup in front of her.

She picked up a piece of cabbage with her chopsticks, chewed it twice, and put it down.

Starting around noon, an indescribable fragrance wafted intermittently from the east, and it still lingers in my nose.

Nothing tastes good anymore.

The orderly, Xiao Wang, came in carrying a bowl.

"Sister-in-law Han, Sister Liu just brought over a bowl of vegetables."

The enamel bowl was placed on the table, and the lid was lifted.

Golden scrambled eggs coated with bright green scallions, still steaming hot.

The aroma that had tormented her all afternoon surged up from the bowl, ten times stronger.

"They said it was stir-fried by the political commissar's wife using wild onions grown on her land, and she wanted you to try it."

Han Yuzhi hesitated for two seconds before picking up a small pinch.

Put it in your mouth.

He chewed three times and then stopped.

Another bite.

The third bite.

When the bowl was empty, she left her chopsticks on the rim without moving, glanced at the east wall outside the window, and then looked away after a couple of seconds.

She silently pushed the plate of stewed cabbage and glass noodles in front of her away by half an inch.

The division commander pushed open the door and came in.

"What should we eat?"

Han Yuzhi pushed the bowl over.

There's one bite left at the bottom, you can try it.

The division commander scraped the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks, then put the last bit of egg crumbs and chopped green onions into his mouth. After chewing, he tapped the rim of the bowl twice with his chopsticks.

"Who did it?"

"The sand onions that Zhou Bingheng's wife grows on her land."

The division commander put down his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair.

"Have the seedlings sprouted on her plot of land?"

Han Yuzhi did not answer.

She glanced at the untouched cabbage and vermicelli stew in front of her.

"Old Wu, let's invite Comrade Su over for a visit another day."

The division commander glanced at her.

"Don't you have a problem with them?"

Han Yuzhi did not respond.

The fresh sweetness of the sand onions in my mouth hasn't faded yet.

*

evening.

When Zhou Bingheng returned, Su Xingmian was sitting on a small stool in the yard, with a bunch of freshly cut shallots and half a basket of spinach in front of her, sorting them one by one.

He walked over and glanced at the pile of vegetables on the ground.

"How much was sold today?"

Su Xingmian counted on her fingers.

"The wild onions were harvested three times, totaling two and a half pounds. The spinach seedlings were thinned out and pulled up, totaling a little over three pounds."

Zhou Bingheng squatted down, picked up a sand onion, pinched off a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

"It tastes very fresh."

Put the sand onions back.

"Have you recorded the data on emergence and yield?"

Su Xingmian patted her apron pocket and took out a neatly folded piece of paper.

Zhou Bingheng took it and unfolded it.

The germination rate, number of plants per bed, stem height, number of leaves, amount of watering, amount of fertilizer—every stroke is written neatly and legibly.

He looked up after reading it.

"I'll help you put together a report tonight."

Su Xingmian tilted her head.

"What report?"

"This sand onion is cold-resistant, alkali-resistant, has an extremely short growth cycle, and is highly nutritious."

His gaze was deep.

"There are 37 outposts along the Helan Mountains. Once winter comes and heavy snow closes the mountains, the supply cycle for the farthest outpost can be as long as 45 days. During this period, the soldiers can only survive on pickled vegetables and dehydrated dried radishes."

Su Xingmian understood.

He wanted to elevate the sand onions she grew to a level much higher than the vegetable patch.

"If sand onions can be planted on the wasteland near the outpost, the problem of winter vegetable supply for the soldiers can be greatly alleviated."

Zhou Bingheng looked at her.

"I will write the report, sign your name, and submit it to the division headquarters. The division commander will then decide whether to report it to the military region."

Su Xingmian hugged her knees and looked up.

"Brother, are you building a ladder for me?"

Zhou Bingheng did not deny it.

"I've built the ladder for you, but you have to climb the path yourself."

Su Xingmian jumped up, hugged his neck, and kissed him on the chin.

"Then I'll make you scrambled eggs with shallots tonight, and use the last three eggs!"

Zhou Bingheng put his arm around her waist, paused for a moment, and lowered his voice.

"In the report, don't mention a single word about the prescription your grandmother left behind; only talk about the effects and data."

Su Xingmian understood.

The formula is the core; you can't reveal all of it. Keeping your trump cards hidden is what gives it lasting value.

She remembered what the old fox had taught her.

"elder brother."

"Um."

"You're so kind to me. It's just a pity Bingwen isn't here. I want him to try the wild onions I grow."

Zhou Bingheng didn't say anything, but pressed one hand against the back of her head and pulled her into his arms.

The honey water in the enamel mug cooled down, and no one paid any attention to it.

……

three days later.

A neatly copied report was sent to the regimental headquarters and then forwarded to the division headquarters that afternoon.

One and two-tenths mu of saline wasteland, sown in twenty-two days.

The germination rate of sand onions is 100%.

The germination rate of cilantro is 94%.

The spinach germination rate was 91%.

The once hardened and whitish saline-alkali land has now become soft and moist, with a darker color and a significantly improved water retention capacity.

The report concludes by emphasizing that this planting experiment is inexpensive and recommends that it be promoted as a pilot project to address the winter vegetable shortage problem at border outposts.

The next morning, the division commander's jeep was parked outside the east wall.