Crossing Over to Yamada Love

So every time Wang saw Mo Changhai, she felt guilty. He was her eldest son. Her perfectly healthy son was now lying in the house all day. Her heart was breaking. She was afraid of losing her composure in front of her son, so she restrained herself from seeing him as often as possible. But when had she ever truly let go of her worries?

Today, seeing her eldest son standing in the yard calling her "Mom" again, she felt both happy and sad.

Madam Wang stroked Mo Changhai's temples with her hand, repeatedly calling out, "My son, my son."

Looking at this scene of motherly love and filial piety, Mo Lan's eyes glistened with tears. "Dad, Mom, are you alright? Lan'er misses you so much! Lan'er is living well in another time and space, you must be well too!"

"Lan, go get a stool so your uncle can sit down and rest for a while." Seeing that Mo Changhai had been standing for a long time and his legs were starting to tremble uncontrollably, Madam Wang hurriedly called out to Mo Lan.

"Okay, I'll go right now." Mo Lan wiped away her tears and ran into the house to fetch a stool.

"Mother, why don't I go back to my room? I'm only keeping you from doing your work." Mo Changhai was afraid of disturbing Wang Shi and the others while they were working, so he wanted to go back to his room.

"Uncle, why don't you stay in the yard a little longer? Lanlan was in so much pain those few days, and it must be so uncomfortable for you to be lying in the house all day." Mo Lan wrinkled her little nose and helped Mo Changhai sit down on the stool.

"Lan is right, you should move around in the courtyard more often." Madam Wang also sat down, looking at her son with affection, holding his hand and unwilling to let go.

“That’s right, Grandma is overjoyed to see Uncle come out, how could she blame him for delaying things? Uncle, don’t overthink it.” Mo Lan sat down next to Wang Shi, smiling and trying to please her.

Mo Changhai looked at Wang Shi, then at Mo Lan. At this moment, he felt so relaxed, and the feeling of being filled with family affection was wonderful.

"Grandma, how about letting Uncle and Grandpa eat together from now on? With more people, everyone can chat and laugh, and Uncle will be able to eat more. That way, Uncle will recover faster," Mo Lan tilted her head and suggested to Wang Shi.

"Well, eldest son, what do you think? Can you handle your second aunt and the others?" Wang asked Mo Changhai after hearing Mo Lan's words. She couldn't make a decision; she was afraid her son wouldn't be able to stand the mouths of the second wife's family when the time came.

Mo Changhai's face darkened, and he hesitated. He wanted to be with everyone, but the gossip...

"Uncle, is it okay if Lanlan asks you a few questions?" Mo Lan tilted her little head and began to ask Mo Changhai questions.

"What do you want to ask, Lan? Go ahead and ask. I'll tell you whatever I know."

"In your uncle's heart, are your grandparents more important, or your second uncle and his wife?" Mo Lan asked the first question seriously.

“Of course your grandparents are more important! They are my uncle’s father and mother, no one can compare to them!” Mo Changhai answered decisively.

"Does my uncle want to make my grandparents and parents happy, or does he want to make my second wife and third aunt and the rest of the family happy?" Mo Lan then asked her second question.

"Of course I want your grandparents to be happy. Your father is my own brother, so of course I want our eldest branch of the family to be happy." Mo Changhai answered without hesitation, and he was speaking from the bottom of his heart.

"Does Uncle prefer being with us relatives, or does he prefer staying in the house by himself?" Mo Lan, no longer serious, asked the third question with a smile.

"Of course I like being with everyone." Mo Changhai paused here, realizing what Mo Lan meant.

"Lan'er, thank you so much!" Mo Changhai's eyes welled up with tears as he gripped Wang's hand tightly.

"It's good that Uncle understands. Since people care more about their own relatives, why bother with other people's gossip? If you become estranged from your relatives because of gossip, your relatives will only be more upset. Lanlan doesn't like what Auntie and Third Aunt say either, so when they talk, Lanlan pretends not to hear them. As long as I'm with Grandpa and Grandma, Dad and Mom, Uncle, Aunt, Brother and Sister, and Little Third, Lanlan is happy." Molan clapped her hands and happily counted all the people in the eldest branch of the family.

"What Lan is saying is true, eldest son. Even Lan is so young and she understands this. Why do you still care?" Madam Wang looked at Mo Lan gratefully and spoke earnestly to her son.

“Mother, I understand. I was too bound by formalities and cared too much about what others thought. I will never make you sad again. As long as my health permits, I will definitely come out and spend more time with my family.” Mo Changhai made a promise to Wang Shi, looking at her red eyes.

"Good! Good!" Wang exclaimed excitedly twice.

Mo Lan nodded in satisfaction. In fact, everyone understood what she was saying, but it was not easy to put into practice. One had to let go of one's own thoughts and ideas and be brave enough to step out. Today, she was using her own little mouth to say it, so that they could accept it more easily.

The three chatted in the courtyard for a while. Mo Lan looked at the sky and said to Wang Shi, "Grandma, you stay here with Uncle. I'll go help my sister cook. Otherwise, there won't be any food left when Grandpa and the others come back."

"Look at me, I've forgotten the time. Lan'er, stay here with your uncle, Grandma will go cook. You don't need to." Madam Wang held Mo Lan down. Then she turned to Mo Changhai and asked, "Eldest son, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you."

"Anything is fine, whatever Mother makes, I'll love it." Mo Changhai enjoyed the loving look in Wang's eyes. He smiled like a child.

"Grandma, how about we have noodles for lunch? Noodles are easy to digest and suitable for Uncle. We can have some too," Mo Lan suggested after thinking for a moment.

"Lao Mian (a type of noodle dish)? How do you make lao mian? Grandma doesn't know. Where did Lan'er hear about it?" Madam Wang looked at Mo Lan with suspicion.

Oh no, doesn't this place have the custom of making "lao mian" (a type of noodle dish)? In another timeline, she was born and raised in the Central Plains region, where only her hometown had this custom. She had forgotten about it.

“I heard about it from people when my aunt and I went to town the other day. I told Grandma how to do it, and they said it was very simple. Let’s try it today.” Mo Lan stuck out her little tongue and quickly covered up her story.

"Eldest son, are you alright? Should we help you inside?" Wang was a little worried about leaving her eldest son alone in the yard.

"It's alright, Mother, you and Lan'er go ahead. I'll sit here for a while. I'll call you if I need anything." Mo Changhai smiled at Wang Shi. He had finally managed to come out and had come to his senses; he didn't want to go back inside and lie down.

"Alright, call your mother if anything happens," Wang instructed, then led Mo Lan to the kitchen.

At this moment, Mo Mei had already lit the fire and was peeling potatoes. Mo Lan called out "Sister!" and then looked around the kitchen. The room was quite spacious, and there was enough room for several people to turn around while they worked.

Two large stoves were built against the wall, each with a large pot on it, both filled with boiling water. With water, it would be easier to do anything. Next to the stoves was a wooden shelf, with chopped firewood underneath.

A large platform was built in the middle, with several cutting boards of different sizes placed on it, which could be used for various tasks.

Next to the platform was a large water vat, which was full of water. There were two ropes on the platform, used to hang various things. Several pieces of cloth were hung on one rope, and the leftover meat and fish from yesterday were hung on the other rope.

In another corner, there was a wooden shelf with bowls and chopsticks on it. Next to it was a large jar, probably for storing grain. Beside the jar was a wooden board with two bags on it, probably rice and flour bought yesterday.

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Since Xuexueren isn't here, this chapter is being updated automatically. It's already quite late by the time I finished writing this chapter, and I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the mountains. Have a great weekend everyone!