Crossing Over to Yamada Love

"Father, you're back. Lanlan is awake, go and see her quickly," Erlang said to the man who came in.

"Yes," the man replied, then strode towards Mo Lan.

Mo Lan had been sizing up the man the moment he entered. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with bronze skin that shimmered in the setting sun. He had a sharply defined face, thick, dark eyebrows, large, bright eyes, a high, straight nose, and thin lips.

Mo Lan looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears again. Ever since she transmigrated, her eyes had often been moist. From her grandmother to her mother. Now she had met her father. They were all her family. How could she not be moved? She was now absolutely certain that this was her past life. Otherwise, why would she look so much like her relatives from another timeline?

She wondered what had become of her counterpart in that other timeline. Was she no longer breathing, or was someone else living in her place? At this moment, Mo Lan sincerely prayed to God, hoping that a kind person would live in her place. She hoped that this person could share a loving relationship with her husband. She hoped that this person could take care of her parents in her place.

"Girl, does it still hurt? Daddy's back late. Is there anything else that hurts?" the man asked softly. He was Mo Lan's father, Mo Changhe. At this moment, Mo Changhe looked at the wound on his daughter's forehead and her moist eyes, his eyes filled with heartache.

Mo Lan snapped out of her reverie and glanced at her father again. The man before her had his hair styled in a high bun, adorned with a silver hairpin. He wore simple clothes and possessed a more refined air compared to her father in the other timeline. Her father in that timeline had an overly stern face, inspiring involuntary fear. She had been terrified of her father since childhood.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Father, please sit down." Mo Lan quickly gathered her thoughts and gently invited her father to sit down.

"Yes. Good girl." Mo Changhe looked at his daughter with affection and sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Erlang stood behind Mo Changhe.

Before the three could say anything more, several more people walked in from outside.

Leading the way was a ruddy-faced man in his fifties, dressed in a cloth shirt and trousers. He had a pipe tucked into his waistband. The old man had a serious expression, and although his face bore the marks of time, it was easy to tell that he had been quite handsome in his youth.

Wang followed behind him. Mo Lan recognized the old man at a glance. He and her grandfather from another timeline were like twins, except that her grandfather didn't smoke a pipe.

Behind Wang was a fair-skinned elderly man, around 50 years old; he must be her second grandfather, Mo Lan guessed. No wonder her second grandmother's father was willing to marry his daughter down; after all, Feng's father was a scholar, and although his family was poor, scholars held a very high social standing. It seemed that firstly, Feng was getting on in years and couldn't settle for less, and secondly, her second grandfather must have been a handsome man in his youth.

This family all have good looks. So she must be pretty good-looking too, right? She'd be satisfied if she looked like her counterpart from another timeline. The little girl was actually thinking about these things. It's hard to say whether to call her carefree or narcissistic.

Mo Lan looked at the people behind the Second Master and felt a headache coming on. Why were they here again? She didn't need so many people watching her. Couldn't she just have some peace and quiet?

Upon seeing the visitors, Mo Changhe quickly stood up from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). "Father, Mother, Second Uncle, Second Aunt, Sister-in-law, you've all arrived. Please have a seat."

"Hmm." Mo Lan's grandfather, Mo Quan, responded. Then he sat cross-legged on the kang and asked, "Lan girl, how are you?" Seeing that Mo Lan was struggling to get up, he quickly added, "Lie down quickly. There are no outsiders here, no need for formalities."

"Grandpa, I'm fine, just a bit of a headache," Mo Lan smiled weakly. She lay down as her grandfather instructed. Actually, she wasn't in much pain anymore. Getting out of bed wouldn't be a problem. But the second branch of the family were there too. She had to pretend.

Wang also got onto the kang (heated brick bed). She sat down next to Mo Lan and lovingly stroked her hair.

"Lan'er, rest well. If there's anything you want to eat, ask your mother to make it for you. If there's nothing at home, just tell your second master. Your second master will buy it for you." Mo Jin also sat down on the kang next to his brother Mo Quan.

"You're going to buy it for me? Money grows on trees! The family income is all managed by my sister-in-law. Where would we get the money?" Madam Feng immediately retorted as soon as her husband said he wanted to buy food for Mo Lan.

“Exactly. I just saw Second Sister-in-law steaming eggs for Lan’er. Even Zhu and Ju from our family don’t have any. What else does she want to eat?” Cui Shi muttered along with her.

Even your pig wants to eat eggs? This life is too good! Mo Zhu? Mo Zhu! Mo Lan maliciously slandered her second cousin's name in her heart.

"Second Master, I'm fine. It's good enough that I have eggs to eat. As for the rest, you should buy them for Brother Pig and Sister Chrysanthemum." Mo Lan ignored Madam Feng and Madam Cui and spoke softly to Mo Jin.

Mo Quan and Madam Wang smiled with satisfaction upon hearing Mo Lan's reply; Lan'er was so sensible. They then glanced at Mo Jin and Madam Feng simultaneously, but remained silent.

At this moment, Qiu entered the house carrying a bowl, followed by a little boy who was over 1 meter tall. The boy was handsome but somewhat thin, unlike the robust and chubby boys that Mo Lan had seen before.

This is her younger brother, Xiao San'er. He looks malnourished. Mo Lan sighed inwardly.

She watched her younger brother climb up from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and slowly crawl toward her. His cautious manner made Mo Lan want to laugh; what an amusing little fellow.

When Wang saw Mo Lin coming over, she reached out and pulled him to her side, where they sat down next to Mo Lan.

The little one looked at Mo Lan with bright, sparkling eyes, and gently touched the wound on Mo Lan's head with his little hand. He said, "Sister, it doesn't hurt. San'er will pee for you." Then he gently blew on Mo Lan's wound with his little mouth.

Looking at the adorable little one before her, Mo Lan's heart softened instantly. The little one's big eyes were full of concern. His innocent gestures deeply moved Mo Lan. In the other timeline, she had only been married for a year and wasn't a mother yet. But that didn't diminish the maternal glow emanating from her.

"It doesn't hurt, and San'er isn't sad. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep. I can play with San'er again tomorrow," Mo Lan gently comforted the little guy.

"Lanlan, the steamed egg custard is ready. Let me feed you." Qiu Shi brought the bowl to Mo Lan's side.

A delicate fragrance wafted into Mo Lan's nostrils. She slowly sat up, leaning against her grandmother, and looked at the steamed egg custard in Qiu's hand.

A white bowl, a yellow egg, and bright green scallions. A few drops of sesame oil are even on top. It smells so good!

Mo Lan took a deep breath. This was something she wouldn't even bother eating in another time and space, yet now it made her mouth water. She knew that steamed egg custard was a rare treat, not only for the original owner of this body, but for the entire Mo family. Apart from her eldest uncle, who ate an egg every day to supplement his health, no one else in the family received it.

Mo Lan swallowed hard. This thing was definitely tempting. No wonder people often say that you live the life that suits your environment. Isn't that true? Right now, steamed egg custard was delicious to her.

"Mother, I can do it myself." Mo Lan smiled at Qiu Shi and reached out to take the bowl. She was joking; she was already 26 years old. How could she still have the nerve to be fed?

"It's so hot!" Mo Lan reflexively pulled her hand back. Seeing her mother holding the bowl so casually, she wondered, "Why is it so hot?"

"You didn't get burned, did you?" Mrs. Wang asked her granddaughter as she took the bowl from her.

Mo Lan shook her head; it was just a little hot, nothing serious. Mo Lan watched as her grandmother easily took the bowl. Her skin was so delicate.

"I'd be happy to get burned even if it meant getting scalded ten times, let alone being able to eat steamed egg custard. It's a pity that we second wives are all raised by stepmothers, and nobody cares about us," Madam Feng grumbled resentfully from the side.

Wang ignored her, gently blew on the steamed egg custard to cool it down, gestured for Mo Lan to open her mouth, and fed her the custard.

"Second son's wife, is the food ready? Zhu and Ju in our family haven't had any steamed egg custard. Are you trying to starve us if you don't feed us soon?" Feng shouted at Qiu.

"Second Aunt, it'll be ready soon. My sister-in-law is watching the dishes, and Meizi is helping out. They'll bring them in when they're done. I'll go set up the table first." Qiu said as she went to set up the table.

"Second sister-in-law, hurry up. My eldest son and eldest son are getting impatient waiting in the house," Cui urged from the side.

Mo Lan, munching on her steamed egg custard, rolled her eyes at Cui Shi. "If you're getting impatient, can't you do it yourself? Everything has to be done by the women of our main branch. You all have the benefits and yet you complain so much. Next time, I won't do anything. Let's see if you starve to death!"