Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 82: Repaying Kindness_1

Zhulan had tasted many types of sausages before: sweet, spicy, garlic-flavored, pure meat, fatty meat—the variety was indeed plentiful. Now that Sanniang was not only selling them on her own but also collaborating with the illegitimate son, Wang Ru said refusal to sell was beginning to take effect. In the future, with a surplus of sausages, it would be impossible to prevent.

Zhulan felt confident, "Think about it, sausage is made of meat. After you prepare the meat filling, just give it a try and make it to your own taste. Mother believes in your abilities."

Who knows, it might even taste better than Wang Ru’s!

Lady Li clenched her fists in determination as she stood, "Mother, rest assured, I will make sausages that are even more delicious. I’m going to buy the meat."

After the sister-in-law left, Zhao shi frowned, "Mother, it seems Sanniang is not just targeting sister-in-law but using her as a catalyst to blatantly target our family. What is Sanniang trying to imply?"

Zhulan looked at her second daughter-in-law with approval—during the times of famine, she had proved herself to have a keen sense. Unfortunately, she couldn’t tell the full truth, "Who knows why, perhaps she’s jealous that our family is doing well."

Zhao shi accepted this explanation, aware that dwelling on dark thoughts would only lead one down a path of no return, "Mother, having Wang Laosi’s family living next door is problematic."

Zhulan gave Zhao shi a reassuring look, "Zheng shi is not someone to be trifled with." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Zhao shi smiled lightly, her worries about Wang Laosi’s family vanishing.

Before Lady Li could return with the meat, there was an unusual commotion at the neighbor’s door. Zhulan frowned, unsure what was happening now. Ever since Wang Laosi’s family moved next door, there was never a moment of peace.

Soon, Lady Li came running in with the meat, "Mother, my dear Sanniang has saved a noble person, and now the noble person has come to our doorstep to repay the gesture. And it’s not just the tall horses—the fabric they brought is dazzling to the eyes. There are also several brocade boxes, I wonder what’s inside them!"

Zhulan contemplated and understood the situation. This was not a part of the novel’s storyline; in the novel, Wang Ru was already in charge without needing any lifesaving grace to elevate her family’s status. Now things were different. Wang Ru was desperate to take charge, and saving a life was extremely useful. However, merely using money to repay the lifesaving gesture wouldn’t warrant the illegitimate son looking highly on Wang Ru.

To repay the lifesaving favor with gifts would mean reducing future business profits—a significant loss for a small mistake. Zhulan was very pleased, "Very good."

There was no need to worry about Wang Ru and the illegitimate son growing too close or Wang Ru using connections to thwart the Zhou family.

Lady Li felt envious and even more motivated to come up with a recipe. She had experienced the benefits of the spicy pickled cabbage recipe and thought about buying her own when she had money, casually earning her mother-in-law’s favor, "Mother, when I have money, I will also buy nice things for you."

Zhulan felt a slight warmth in her heart; no matter what Lady Li’s intentions were in flattering her, if the behavior became habitual, it became genuine, "Good, mother is waiting."

Lady Li raised her chin at her younger siblings; she was still the one Mother liked the most.

Zhao shi saw the truth and had to admit, as slow as her elder sister-in-law was, she was endearingly stupid. Look at how genuinely Mother was smiling. She couldn’t learn from her sister-in-law, but, "Mother, the head of the house bought a plain piece of cloth, and I’ve made you an outfit. It will be finished by tomorrow."

Zhulan knew Zhao shi was attentive and must have noticed she didn’t like dark clothes. She had been wanting to change them, but there had been no excuse. Damn the ancient customs that dictated a woman in her twenties wearing bright colors was indecent, while only grandmothers could wear dark colors. Zhulan felt incredibly frustrated, "Then mother won’t be polite with you, but this isn’t to become a habit."

Zhao shi pursed her lips, smiling, "Yes."

Lady Li calculated with her plump fingers; since she had been married, she hadn’t really given her mother anything and glared at her younger sister-in-law, feeling guilty and not daring to stay in the room any longer.

In the afternoon, the commotion next door finally died down, and Zhulan hadn’t expected Wang Ru to come to her door.

Wang Ru had come to see Xue Han, whose arm was no longer in a sling, but she still pretended to lack strength, feigning weakness in her left hand. Xue Han had not been able to go out for days, fearing people might discover the act, and kept herself busy practicing calligraphy and painting.

Xue Han hadn’t expected the estranged Sanniang to seek her out and frowned, "Why have you come?"