Crossing Over to Yamada Love

"Sister-in-law, you're being too protective! I was just saying a few words to Mei-ya. And you're giving me this attitude. What, am I, as an elder, not allowed to say anything to her anymore?" Madam Feng was very dissatisfied with Madam Wang.

“Sister-in-law, what are you saying? Mei is a junior, so it’s only right that you treat her like this. I just saw that she was exhausted and wanted her to rest. Sister-in-law, you love your child so much, you won’t have any objections, will you?” Wang’s words were very gentle.

"No objection!" Madam Feng gritted her teeth and uttered these three words.

"That's good. I knew my sister-in-law loved the children the most. Then my sister-in-law can set the table for dinner. The husband and my second brother must be hungry too."

"Me?!" Mrs. Feng's voice rose eight octaves. "With so many people, why should I be the one to set up the stall?"

“Both the eldest son’s wife and the second son’s wife are taking care of Changsheng’s family. Should I go instead?” Wang Shi said, then sat up, intending to get off the kang (heated brick bed).

"Oh dear, Grandma, I'm dizzy, don't go. Lanlan's scared." Mo Lan grabbed Wang Shi. "You little brat, now that I'm here, you think you can just dump all the work on our eldest son's family? No way! Why should we serve you? You want to be treated like royalty? Ask me first!"

They say the second branch of the family supports the first branch, but only the second grandfather does any manual labor. The third uncle is a gambler who's never home and never works in the fields. The first branch does all the housework, and you still have the nerve to say you support us? Pah!

Wang sat back down and coaxed Mo Lan, "Lan'er is getting sleepy again. Lie down, Grandma's here with you. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

When Madam Feng saw that Madam Wang had sat back down, she glared at Mo Lan and said, "Isn't there Mei Yatou? Didn't she always help her mother set the table?"

"Sister, it hurts. Rub it for me, my head hurts so much," Mo Lan called out to Mo Mei. Her voice was heartbreaking.

Mo Mei quickly stepped forward and gently rubbed Mo Lan's head, comforting her as she said, "Lan Lan, it doesn't hurt. Let me rub it for you. It'll be fine in a bit."

Mo Lan groaned in pain, but inwardly she was overjoyed. "I'm a patient now, I need someone to take care of me. No matter how thick-skinned you are, you can't get rid of the person taking care of me, not even through the door!"

Madam Feng looked at Mo Lan with hatred, but she was helpless. After all, the doctor had indeed instructed her to take good care of her. Her husband and elder brother were both here, so she really couldn't throw a tantrum.

"What are you standing there for? Get the food ready!" Mo Jin frowned and shouted at Feng Shi, seeing that she was only gritting her teeth and not moving.

"You're only fierce to your own family. Why don't you dare to be fierce to the eldest son's family?" Madam Feng muttered to her husband, then reluctantly got up and went into the kitchen to fetch the dishes and prepare the meal.

With a bang, the sound of something falling and breaking came from outside. Whether the second grandmother did it on purpose or not, she probably broke a bowl. Otherwise, if she had broken the food, they wouldn't have been able to eat anything that night.

"Go ahead and smash it! Whoever smashes it won't get any food tonight!" Wang shouted loudly outside.

Upon hearing this, Feng's hand holding the bowl trembled, and another loud bang rang out. Feng swore that this time she truly didn't mean it; she was simply angered by her sister-in-law's words. To say she'd broken a bowl and wouldn't be allowed to eat dinner—was this still the same weak and easily bullied sister-in-law? Was she possessed by a ghost? Feng wondered.

She dawdled as she carried a bowl of food into the house. Just then, Qiu and Liu entered and told everyone that they had already helped Cui with her washing and grooming. Cui had only bumped her nose and bit her lip, causing some bleeding, but nothing serious. She would be fine after some rest. However, she wouldn't come to eat; they asked that a portion be sent to her room.

"All you do is slack off! What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take it! Do you want to work this old woman to death? Making me serve you all day long, aren't you afraid of shortening your lifespan?" Madam Feng shouted.

No one paid any attention to her, but Qiu and Cui automatically took the bowls and chopsticks from her and set out the meal.

Mo Lan glanced at Qiu Shi and thought to herself, "Mother, why didn't you come in later? Otherwise, you could have had Feng Shi set the table. I'd like to see if I could work this old woman to death."

Two tables were set up for the meal. One table was for the men, and the other was a table on the kang (a heated brick bed). The women all sat on the kang and began to eat.

Mo Lan glanced at the dishes and rice on the table. There were two portions of each dish: a large bowl of stewed eggplant and potatoes (without meat), and a large plate of shredded potatoes. There was also a plate of pickled vegetables. This was all the food for the Mo family's dinner. The men had an extra plate of peanuts, a large plate but not many peanuts. The rice was coarse, hard sorghum.

Mo Lan frowned. Was the Mo family really in such dire straits? In the original owner's memories, the Mo family owned 20 mu of fertile land, and another 25 mu of medium and low-grade land. Because Mo Quan and Mo Jin were skilled farmers, their harvests were plentiful. Mo Changhe also worked odd jobs when he wasn't busy. How could they still live in such poverty?

Mo Lan also got up and leaned against Wang Shi. She couldn't help it; she was starving. After waking up, she ate some steamed egg custard. The original owner of this body usually didn't eat much, and now that it was mealtime, her stomach was already rebelling.

Everyone started eating, and we saw that Madam Feng quickly put food into her own bowl, and then put food into Moju's bowl, until the bowl was overflowing before she stopped and began to eat her rice.

No one paid any attention to Feng's actions, and Mo Lan didn't even look at her. Instead, she was marveling at the family's living conditions.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. She stared intently at the food on the table—potatoes! Mo Lan was filled with shock. Potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, and other such things were introduced from side stories during the mid-to-late Qing Dynasty in her original timeline. Now? No, this isn't the Qing Dynasty! Mo Lan was certain from the original owner's memories that this was definitely not the Qing Dynasty. The current era seemed to be sometime in the future, but the original owner wasn't entirely clear on what that meant.

"Is this an alternate history?" Mo Lan pondered to herself, searching her memories for the vegetables and crops the original owner of the body had seen. With her answer in mind, Mo Lan let out a long sigh. This truly was an alternate history. Many vegetables Mo Lan hadn't even imagined were here. As for whether it was as comprehensive as her original era, she didn't know, because the original owner's family had limited resources, and she hadn't seen much. However, Mo Lan wasn't in a hurry; she had already transmigrated, and there was plenty of time to investigate later.

Mo Lan gently picked up the bowl, declining Wang Shi and Qiu Shi's offer to feed her. She picked up a piece of potato that Grandma Wang Shi had put in her bowl and took a small bite. Mo Lan chewed slowly. It was so delicious, sweet and mealy, the natural flavor incomparable to anything produced by modern fertilizers and pollution. Slowly, Mo Lan's eyes filled with tears, and she closed them tightly, trying not to sob aloud.

"What's wrong, Lan'er? Is your head hurting again?" Madam Wang noticed the tears welling up in Mo Lan's eyes and quickly asked.

"It's nothing, milk. My head just hurts a little while I'm chewing, but it'll pass. You should eat now." Mo Lan smiled at Wang Shi.

Wang told Molan to eat slowly and not to rush. Then she began to eat her dinner slowly and carefully.

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First update.