Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Qiao Xiaomai, on hearing this, looked up the way she’d seen people do on TV, but her gaze still remained downward.

Yang Ye’s eyebrows, sloping up toward his temples, quirked at the unexpected sight. This village girl was quite attractive.

With some grooming, she could easily rival the noble ladies of the Capital City.

As he contemplated this, a new interest flickered in his eyes, “Did you make all this food?”

Qiao Xiaomai quietly confirmed.

“Did you also make these cold jelly noodles?” he asked again.

Qiao Xiaomai continued to confirm.

“You’re quite clever,” Yang Ye praised.

While he was managing snow disaster relief in Qinglu Prefecture, the area was so barren that aside from sweet potatoes, the yields of all other crops and vegetables were low. Moreover, he arrived there in January, when the only greens available were radishes and Chinese cabbage, along with some dried vegetables. Having stayed there for nearly three months, he was nearly bored to death of the fare.

However, one day, the local Inn in Prefecture City unexpectedly started serving cold jelly noodles – all made from sweet potatoes, making the most out of the local produce.

These two dishes paired with other entrees greatly diversified his meals.

Just when he was growing tired of them, tofu and bean curd dishes were introduced.

The tofu, when paired with other ingredients, brought even more variety to the table.

With the sudden influx of new dishes, he became interested, and upon learning they were made by a village girl, he took a detour to Bailu Town on his way back to the Capital City.

One reason was to pay a visit to Director Gu, the other was to meet this little village girl.

If these dishes weren’t a stroke of luck and she truly was talented, he wouldn’t mind taking her back to the Wang Residence to be his exclusive kitchen maid.

Qiao Xiaomai was unaware of the thinking of this Prince in front of her. Faced with his lazy praise, she continued to lower her gaze and remained silent.

The less you talk, the less you blunder.

“Are these dishes your best?” Yang Ye asked again, pointing to the food on the table with his pale, slender finger.

The best.

This “best” posed a problem for Qiao Xiaomai.

It’s clearly not her best, of which there were many.

A lie…

She dare not.

But if she told the truth…

Right now, she was kind of regretting it. If she had known this nobleman was a prince, she wouldn’t have used the water from the Spiritual Spring to cook.

What if she had shown off too much and Prince Wei insisted on taking her back to be his kitchen maid?

“The other things I make also taste very good,” she decided to tell the truth after some thought.

At her words, surprise flickered once again in Yang Ye’s eyes.

The Director Gu, who was sitting on the side, chuckled and stroked his white beard.

At this moment, when modesty is the norm, Qiao Xiaomai’s words had absolutely nothing to do with modesty.

“Perfect. This Prince plans on staying in Bailu Town for a few days. During this time, you will be in charge of providing meals. If I am satisfied, when I leave, 1 can take you to the Wang Residence,” Yang Ye said, shifting positions, with a hand leaning on the armrest supporting his head, looking at Qiao Xiaomai with interest.

You must know, his kitchen in the Wang Residence is even grander than the Imperial Kitchen. Chefs in his residence are treated even better than outside local officials.

It’s well known that Prince Wei prefers fine food over beauties.

Qiao Xiaomai didn’t know about Yang Ye’s preferences. When she heard these words, she felt her heart thumping, here it comes!

If she had known, she wouldn’t have shown off in the first place!

Resisting the urge to smack herself, she pursed her lips, wracking her brain, could she refuse?

Could she refuse?!