Crossing Over to Yamada Love

"What! Only the elders get to eat? Aren't we all members of the Mo family? Even if I don't get any, Dalang is the eldest grandson of the Mo family, and Ju'er is the Mo family's granddaughter. Shouldn't they get some too?" Cui shouted at Liu, her eyes wide open.

"Third Aunt, we don't have any here either," Mo Lan glanced at her and reminded her helplessly.

"Can any of you compare to my eldest son and Ju'er? My eldest son is the eldest grandson, do you understand? How could a little brat like you compare?" Cui glared at Mo Lan with a face full of indignation.

"What's all the fuss about? I've always eaten sorghum rice and I've never seen you unable to eat it. To me, all children are the same; none are special. If you don't want to eat it, then don't." Wang Shi gave Cui Shi a cold glance. Her words were blunt.

"I didn't say we wouldn't eat. There's fish and meat; only a fool wouldn't eat," Cui muttered under her breath. She didn't dare to argue with Wang.

"Eat your meal, eldest son's. Tomorrow, everyone will have plain white rice instead. If you want to eat it, then finish it so no one else will be eyeing it. But apart from Changhai, no one else should even think about that noodle dish. Otherwise, don't blame this old woman for being ruthless when the time comes." Madam Wang glanced at everyone and gave the order.

Everyone responded. Although Feng and the others were indignant, they stopped talking and started eating the meat in the dishes and the fish on the plates.

Wang first scooped some white rice from her bowl into Mo Lan's bowl, then scooped some into Xiao San's and Mo Ju's bowls, until the bowls were empty. Then she handed the empty bowls to Qiu.

Mo Lan suddenly felt her eyes well up with tears, as if warm liquid was about to spill. The elderly always gave the children the best food first; her grandmother used to do the same, always saving the good stuff for them while never tasting anything herself. As a child, she always took it all for granted. But nobody owes you anything, not even your family. People must learn to be grateful.

"Mother." Qiu took the empty bowl with some difficulty. Women don't eat much; usually, each person eats one bowl. There were only two bowls of white rice prepared on the table. Now, Wang had given the white rice to her children, and although she wanted to give her mother-in-law white rice, there was none left. She felt a little distressed and conflicted.

"I don't like white rice, just give me a bowl of sorghum rice." Knowing what her daughter-in-law was thinking, Wang smiled at her and gestured for her to have some sorghum rice.

Qiu silently scooped out the sorghum rice and handed it to Wang with both hands. Her eyes were red.

"Grandma, Lanlan doesn't like white rice. Lanlan likes sorghum rice. Sorghum rice soaked in fish soup is delicious." Mo Lan said, trying to put the rice back to Wang Shi.

Wang moved the bowl aside and said with a smile, "Silly girl, eat up." Then she saw that Xiao San'er and Mo Mei were also preparing to return the rice, and said softly, "Eat up, you'll make Grandma happy if you finish all the rice. Grandma is used to eating sorghum rice, and it's hard for her to eat white rice."

Mo Lan and the other two didn't say anything more, silently swallowing their rice and keeping Wang's love in their hearts.

Seeing what Wang was doing, Feng also divided the rice among the older brothers, and then quickly picked up the meat and ate the rice in big mouthfuls.

"Grandma, I want more." After finishing the white rice in a few bites, Dalang held the bowl out to Feng Shi.

Feng's bowl was almost empty, and seeing her grandson's longing gaze, she had no choice but to put the rest into her son's bowl.

"Hey, eldest son, this bowl isn't enough. Is there any more rice? Bring me another bowl," Madam Feng asked Madam Liu, looking at the empty bowl in her hand.

"Second Aunt, Mother is eating sorghum rice. Second Uncle probably hasn't eaten his rice yet. Shall I go and ask him for you?"

Hearing Liu's answer, Mo Lan was surprised; she had improved! She was no longer giving rigid answers; she was making an effort!

"Forget it, the husband works hard all day, how can I eat his food? And you too, why didn't you cook more? Who's going to eat this little bit?" Madam Feng said angrily. Asking her husband to eat white rice was just asking for a scolding.

"Yes, Second Aunt is right, we'll definitely make more tomorrow," Liu replied. Her mother-in-law had already instructed them to make more tomorrow, and once they finished eating, no one would worry about it anymore.

"Aunt, Mother, please keep the millet and cook porridge for Uncle every morning. The doctor said Uncle must eat something thin and easy to digest in the morning," Mo Lan instructed the two while eating.

"What?! We're saving the noodles for him, and now we're saving the millet for him too? Why is he so precious? If we give it all to him, we'll starve! Besides, isn't millet for women in their postpartum period? Why is it for the eldest son?" Madam Feng glared at Mo Lan's words, her mouth rattling off like a machine gun.

“Exactly, he just lies there all day doing nothing, and he’s doing a good job? We give him everything. What are we supposed to eat?” Cui Shi chimed in, not wanting the conversation to end abruptly.

Looking at Wang's gloomy face and Liu's sorrowful expression, both referring to her husband, Mo Lan couldn't bring herself to speak. They must be heartbroken.

“Second Aunt, Sister-in-law, why do you say that? His uncle’s health is not good, and now they’re not getting him any medicine. If he doesn’t take some, how can he stand it?” Qiu Shi retorted directly.

"Second Aunt, Third Aunt, the reason we drink millet porridge during postpartum confinement is because millet porridge is nourishing, that's why we give it to Uncle. Uncle is lying in bed doing nothing because he's not well, but Third Uncle is perfectly healthy, so why doesn't he do anything all day? The reason we drink millet porridge during postpartum confinement is because millet porridge is nourishing, that's why we give it to Uncle." Mo Lan asked the two of them, puzzled.

"What?! You little brat, you dare complain that my husband doesn't work? We, the second branch, work ourselves to the bone every day, like slaves to earn money for you, the first branch, providing for your food, drink, medical care, and medicine. In the end, we not only get no reward, but we're also looked down upon. We can't live like this anymore!" After shouting, Cui Shi started wailing.

"What do you know, you little brat? You even talk about postpartum care. Aren't you ashamed?" Madam Feng slammed her chopsticks down, scolding Mo Lan.

Mo Lan showed no embarrassment whatsoever, and said to Madam Feng with a smile, "Second Madam, Lanlan doesn't know what 'postpartum confinement' means, but the doctor said that millet is nourishing. He said that people who are in postpartum confinement drink it. Am I wrong? Or should I explain to Lanlan what postpartum confinement is?"

Looking at Mo Lan's innocent appearance, Madam Feng really couldn't get angry. What could a little girl like her possibly know?

"Why are you asking this, you little brat? Don't pry into things you shouldn't be asking. Just eat your food." Not knowing how to explain, Madam Feng could only scold her.

Mo Lan smiled indifferently and slowly drank the fish soup. It tasted a bit fishy. It seemed that her mother's fish-cooking skills were not very good. She would have to teach her mother sometime, since she really loved drinking fish soup.

"Third Aunt, if you keep crying, we'll finish all the food," Mo Lan said kindly, having had enough of Cui Shi's performance.

"What?! Damn it, how come you're all so fast? Don't grab it, leave some for me!" Upon hearing this, Cui stopped wailing, her eyes widened, and she picked up the bowl to grab the remaining bits of meat.

"I'm going to eat at Grandpa's table." Seeing that there was no more meat in the dishes here, Dalang wiped his mouth with his sleeve, jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), and went to the men's table.

"Fool!" Mo Lan looked down on him. "You should be at the men's table. Look at Erlang, he never comes here. Unlike you, you eat here and then there. You're such a pig!"

The meal was finished amidst the noisy chatter. Mo Lan had now learned to ignore the second wife's family and treat their words as mere farts; only a fool would take them to heart.

"Sister-in-law, I want to go back to my parents' home tomorrow. I can't go empty-handed. Look how long it's been since I last went back. Sister-in-law, could you give me some money so I can buy some things?" After waiting for Liu and the others to go downstairs to pack, Feng Shi sat on the kang and spoke to Wang Shi.

“That’s right, Aunt, I haven’t been back to my parents’ home for a long time. Before, I was too embarrassed to go back because we didn’t have any money. Now that we have some money, you have to give me some so I can buy some gifts and feel comfortable visiting my parents’ home.” After hearing her mother-in-law’s words, Cui asked for money.

Mo Lan glared at her. "Isn't my money for you to earn? We just got the money back, and you're already going back to your parents' home? Do you only go back to your parents' home if we don't have this money?"

Wang's eyes narrowed slightly. She had already thought of these things and knew that money couldn't be kept warm. She approved of Liu and Molan's decision to buy rice and flour, otherwise they would be afraid that nothing would be left behind.

The family's income over the years hasn't been small, so we shouldn't be living in such hardship. But some people just keep taking money from us. Today they say they want to go back to their parents' home and ask for money to buy things, tomorrow they say they want to buy needles and thread, all sorts of odds and ends, constantly finding ways to ask her for money.

The land was cultivated together. Only Mo Jin from the second wife's side contributed labor. They never paid a single penny, yet they kept demanding money from her. If she didn't give it to them, they would shout all over the street, saying that she, as the head of the household, wouldn't even let the second wife's family members go back to their parents' home, and that she was so stingy that she wouldn't even give them a copper coin. She couldn't bear to be angry, so she let them be. She would give them what they wanted. If they didn't have money, they would all be poor together, eating chaff and wild vegetables together.

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Introducing this book: Title: Palace Scheme, Author: DouDou Doesn't Go Home, Synopsis: A lowly concubine's daughter enters the palace, scheming not only for power but also for love.

Thank you Lei Getianying, Li Xuexiang, Qian Jia's daughter, and Wen Huayu for the amulets. Thank you all for your support!