Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Mo Lan walked towards the road leading to the mountains behind the village, greeting everyone she met along the way.

She continued on her way, and although she found what she needed by the roadside, she did not stop. The village was not far away, and she did not want to interact with people at the moment.

As the mountains drew closer, Mo Lan slowed her pace. She was alone, ambitious yet young, and could not venture any further.

Mo Lan looked at both sides of the road. The green grass and wild vegetables filled her eyes with vitality.

Mo Lan squatted down, looking at the wild vegetables. Although there weren't many varieties, there were still several. But she only needed one kind.

Mo Lan looked at the plant with its long, narrow, obovate leaves, its shape resembling a lotus flower in full bloom. This was the wild vegetable she needed—dandelion. Its scientific name is Taraxacum officinale.

"Po Po Ding" is a name used in Northeast China. It's a perennial herb that begins to send up flower stalks in early spring, bearing terminal capitulum inflorescences with yellow flowers. When the small fruits on top mature, they resemble white, fluffy balls—these are dandelion flowers. They scatter everywhere in the wind. I remember when I was little, I often picked dandelion flowers and blew them around.

Dandelion can be eaten raw, stir-fried with shredded meat, or used in soups; it can also be combined with licorice, honey, etc., to make dandelion tea.

In another timeline, it's described as an anti-inflammatory drug, clearing heat and detoxifying, reducing swelling and promoting urination. It also has a gallbladder-protecting effect and stops bleeding. When she was little, she often cut her hands with dandelion peel, and her mother would often chew up some dandelion and press it onto the wounds, and it would heal after a while.

She also often went with her mother-in-law to pick dandelions. After washing them, they would eat them with sauce or brew them into tea, which was excellent for clearing heat, detoxifying, and reducing inflammation. Dandelions have a slightly bitter taste in the later stages of growth, but not in the early stages; they are very tender and have a refreshing aroma.

The reason she came to dig dandelions today was not only for her family to eat, but more importantly for Mo Changhai, because the folk remedy she knew for treating Mo Changhai's cholecystitis required dandelions.

She dug up each Cymbidium goeringii plant with great effort. For those with few buds, she only dug up the top part; for those with many buds, she dug them up by the roots. Because these plants have deep roots, many buds mean they have been growing for many years, making them difficult to dig up.

With a sudden effort, Mo Lan sat down on the ground. Luckily, she finally dug it out. This root was really thick, almost like a small ginseng.

"You can't eat that root, why did you dig it up so hard?"

Just as Mo Lan was admiring the thick root in her hand, a pleasant sound reached her ears. Mo Lan looked up and gazed at the source of the sound.

Under a pine tree by the roadside sat a boy, with a book on the ground beside him. He looked to be about 13 or 14 years old, with a fair complexion, bright eyes, and delicate features that exuded a handsome charm and a touch of gentleness. In that gentleness and handsomeness, there was also his own unique ethereal and elegant beauty!

Mo Lan secretly admired him. What a handsome young man! This was all-natural, unlike any of the artificial beauty of modern times. Even though her own family members were all good-looking, none of them had his complexion; her own family members even looked a bit malnourished.

Mo Lan smiled. Handsome guy, who wouldn't like him? Although he was still young, Mo Lan didn't have any other thoughts, but that didn't affect her appreciation.

"Who are you?" Mo Lan was puzzled. In the original owner's memories, there was no record of this person. Judging from the jade hairpin in his hair and the blue robe he wore, his family background should be quite good. Who could he be?

"My surname is Cheng. Which family's daughter are you from? I've never seen you before." The boy gave his surname but not his given name.

"Aren't you perhaps the son of the Cheng family, the scholar? There are so many people in this village, you can't possibly have seen everyone, can you? My surname is Mo." Mo Lan felt that she had probably guessed his identity correctly. She had heard that the Cheng family, the scholar, had a son in middle age and doted on him. This must be the person in front of her.

"Your surname is Mo?" The young man surnamed Cheng frowned slightly and said softly, "There are only two or three families with the surname Mo in the village. Which family are you from?"

"There are only two or three, young master, why don't you take a guess?" Mo Lan smiled slyly. She had been in a bad mood lately, and it was rare to have a handsome young man come to tease her. This would help her relax.

Young Master Cheng's eyes flickered. What an interesting girl! She wasn't afraid of him, nor did she fawn over him. She was relaxed and natural in his presence. Was he supposed to guess what she was doing? A sense of interest rose in his eyes.

"Mo, there are three families in the village. One family only has two elderly people at home, so you're definitely not one of them. The other family is headed by Mo Cheng, who has three sons and one daughter, but his daughter's age doesn't match yours. Then there's the family of Mo Quan and Mo Jin. They have three granddaughters, the eldest is around twelve years old, which doesn't match your age, and the other two are ten and nine years old respectively. You must be one of them." Young Master Cheng stood up as he spoke, his star-like eyes scrutinizing Mo Lan under the tree. The confident demeanor he exuded when mentioning the villagers added to his charm.

Mo Lan was slightly taken aback. He knew so much about the people in the village. He didn't look very old, but he had already done so much research. It's true that different family backgrounds lead to different educations.

"So, Young Master Cheng, do you think I'm ten years old or nine?" Mo Lan smiled and continued to ask.

"What's your name?" Young Master Cheng didn't answer Mo Lan's question, but instead asked for her name. He was a little unsure of what to expect.

"And what is your name, young master?" Mo Lan asked with amusement, her eyes sparkling.

"My name is Cheng Xiao. Now you can tell me your name, right?" Cheng Xiao reluctantly gave his name. He knew that even if he didn't tell her, the girl in front of him, who didn't look very old, wouldn't tell him either.

"Cheng Xiao, that's a decent name. As for my name, it's best if you don't ask, young master." Mo Lan chuckled inwardly while chatting with him.

"Why?" Cheng Xiao raised an eyebrow, asking with a curious expression.

“Young master, haven’t you heard that a young lady’s name should not be told to others casually? Unless…” Mo Lan said this with a serious expression, pausing deliberately.

"Unless what?" Cheng Xiao asked tactfully.

“Unless that person is your own husband, how can you easily reveal your name? You are a scholar, young master, do you not even know this?” Mo Lan frowned at Cheng Xiao, as if to say, “How can you not know anything?”

"..." Cheng Xiao was speechless. Young ladies shouldn't casually reveal their names. But that should apply to girls over 14, right? Could this girl in front of him be considered a young lady? And while names shouldn't be casually revealed, it wasn't so serious that only her husband should know them. This girl was clearly toying with him. Interesting!

"Oh? Since you know that a young lady shouldn't casually reveal her name, then you should also know that a woman shouldn't casually flirt with men. Now that you and I are like this, don't you feel ashamed?" Cheng Xiao's eyes flashed with amusement as he asked her sharply, wanting to see how she would respond to this serious accusation.

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Thank you to Yu Ni Chang for the amulet, and thank you everyone for your support. If the results are good tomorrow, I'll update twice. I hope everyone will continue to support me.