I Was Butchering Pigs for Years—Now They Say I’m a Rich Heiress!
I Was Butchering Pigs for Years—Now They Say I’m a Rich Heiress! Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Her Good Days Are Over

“Since it was specially prepared for you all, hurry up and eat, then get to work,” Wang Hongjie finally spoke after a moment of thought.

After spending some time with Su Miaomiao recently, he had come to understand her personality. She wasn’t the type to put on airs — if she said it was prepared for them, then it truly was.

As soon as Wang Qingshan and the other four young men heard this, they could no longer suppress their eager hearts.
They took the plate from Grandma Huo without even washing their hands and grabbed a pancake each, stuffing them into their mouths.

The moment the egg pancake entered their mouths, their eyes went wide.

The pancakes were rich with egg flavor, filled with bits of vegetables and radish. The egg’s slight gaminess was balanced perfectly by the fresh, fragrant greens.

Soft, chewy, aromatic, and slightly sweet.

The young men nearly licked the plate clean.

Wang Hongjie stood to the side watching their shameless display and instantly regretted giving his approval.

“Finished eating? Then get to work already!” Wang Hongjie barked.

Only then did the boys snap out of it, reluctantly handing the plate back to Grandma Huo.

After all, it wasn’t their plate — they didn’t dare actually lick it clean, though it was a pity to waste the remaining oil.

Without a word, they turned and went to work.

Once those embarrassing boys were out of sight, Wang Hongjie turned to Grandpa and Grandma Huo.

“I’m really sorry about that — hope you weren’t too shocked.”

“Not at all. Teenage boys can eat a household poor. They’re still growing, so it’s normal for them to be hungry all the time. My own son is the same,” Grandma Huo replied kindly.

Wang Hongjie felt comforted by her words and became even more convinced that the Huo family were genuinely good people.

“Well, I’ll head out now. If anything comes up here, just have Qingshan let me know,” Wang Hongjie said, gesturing toward his son.

“Alright,” Grandma Huo nodded repeatedly.


Su Miaomiao wanted to solve the housing problem once and for all — not patch it up today only to need repairs again tomorrow.
So she had told Wang Hongjie directly that she hoped to trade for bricks from villagers in order to rebuild their wooden house into a brick one.

Wang Hongjie figured they were already working on repairs, so they might as well do it properly, and he agreed.

Soon, Su Miaomiao’s home became a lively construction site.

Everyone brought over leftover bricks from their own homes.

Su Miaomiao originally intended to offer money or trade for the materials, but no one was willing to accept anything.
They’d drop the bricks and run before she could even stop them.

All she could do was give up and plan to help them earn more money in the future as a way to repay their kindness.

The Huo family was thrilled — over the past month, temperatures had dropped significantly, and the drafty shed they were sleeping in at night was becoming unbearable.

But the villagers, remembering all that Su Miaomiao had done for them, offered whatever help they could — some gave labor, others gave supplies.

Of course, not everyone was happy about it.

Deng Siyue stood at the village entrance, watching as Su Miaomiao’s new brick house began to take shape, her fingernails nearly digging into her palms.

The current place where they, the educated youth, were staying was just an old abandoned house in the village.

It was dilapidated and falling apart. Whenever it rained, it poured outside and dripped inside.

They had complained to Wang Hongjie several times, but each time, he only sent someone to patch it up — and it would fall apart again shortly after.

But why was Su Miaomiao — a reformed class element — allowed to rebuild an entire brick house?

She even heard Su Miaomiao was planning to build kang beds (heated brick beds) inside.

Who did she think she was?!

She came here for rural reeducation — how dare she indulge in such luxury?

She, Deng Siyue, was clearly the most educated among the youth at the station.
Yet Su Miaomiao outright refused to teach her how to process medicinal herbs, so all she could do was follow the villagers up the mountain to dig roots.

But the villagers were rough and aggressive — she couldn’t compete with them.

At the last food distribution, she had received the least of everyone.

Deng Siyue gritted her teeth.

It had to be jealousy — Su Miaomiao was targeting her out of envy.

If she’s going to be heartless, then don’t blame me for being ruthless.

Her good days… are over.

Deng Siyue turned and went back to the educated youth residence. She rummaged through her drawer and pulled out her long-cherished stationery and fountain pen.

One stroke at a time, she wrote three bold characters on the paper: “Report Letter.”


Meanwhile, the Huo family stayed home to help speed up the house repairs. With everyone pitching in, the progress was noticeably faster.

Su Miaomiao and Tang Chunlan were in charge of cooking for the large group of workers.

Because there were outsiders helping, Su Miaomiao didn’t dare take out too many supplies, afraid it would raise suspicion.

So she made do with the materials they had received from the village head, creatively transforming them into different dishes.

Brown rice was rough on the throat, so Su Miaomiao added a bit of white rice and lard, slow-cooking it until it was soft and tender.

She also added crispy pork bits, scrambled egg, minced meat, and greens — shaping them into rice balls the size of a palm.

Then, using eggs and starch, she cooked a large pot of spicy pepper soup (hula tang).

In the chilly late autumn weather, drinking a steaming bowl of spicy soup was enough to warm anyone to the core.

“All right, food’s ready!” Su Miaomiao called out to the people still busy building walls with bricks.

The moment everyone heard her voice, they immediately rushed over.

“Comrade Su, what’s for lunch today?” Wang Qingshan now spoke to Su Miaomiao with obvious warmth.

After working here for a few days, he had eaten his fill every single day — something that hadn’t happened since he was born.

Even during the New Year, there were too many mouths to feed at home, so no one could really eat their fill.

But Su Miaomiao somehow turned the most basic ingredients into food that tasted like it came from heaven.

No wonder they showed up to help as soon as the sun was up — just to get a bite of whatever she was cooking.

“Today it’s rice balls and spicy pepper soup. Perfect for this weather.” Su Miaomiao handed him a rice ball and ladled a bowl of soup for him.

Wang Qingshan took a bite of the rice ball and his eyes nearly popped out.
One sip of the soup and he almost swallowed his tongue.

He didn’t even have time to speak — all he could do was focus on eating.

The others saw his reaction and couldn’t hold back any longer. One by one, they rushed forward.

In no time, more than a dozen people were sitting in the open space, each with a rice ball and a bowl of soup, eating with complete satisfaction and joy.

“Comrade Su, your cooking is incredible. We eat brown rice at home too, but it’s always dry and hard to swallow. Compared to yours, ours is inedible. If only my mom could cook like you,” Wang Qingshan said while nearly licking his bowl clean.

“I just enjoy experimenting with food,” Su Miaomiao replied with a smile. Seeing how much they liked her food filled her with joy.

“I’ll go home and tell my mom to experiment too,” Wang Qingshan said determinedly.

“I think if you dare say that to your mom, she’ll be the one experimenting — on you,” joked his friend.

Wang Qingshan suddenly remembered his mother’s temper and immediately chickened out.
After all, even his dad didn’t dare go against her.

Everyone burst into laughter. Wang Qingshan didn’t get mad either and just laughed along sheepishly.

But just as the group was joking around, a few formally dressed men and women were seen heading straight toward Su Miaomiao’s house.

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