Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Mo Lan frowned. Was the woman suffering from severe anemia or myocardial ischemia? Both conditions were similar to what she had described. However, the woman seemed quite ill, and given her poor family circumstances, how could they possibly provide her with the nutrition she needed to recover?

"Young man, instead of getting medicine for your mother, why not help her recover? Buy some eggs and make her an egg every morning. Milk is also nutritious, but we don't seem to sell it here. It would be best to give her some lean meat and noodles every day; those are also good for her. Make her noodles often." Mo Lan shared her thoughts. This illness requires long-term nutritional support, as long as she doesn't do any strenuous physical labor. With time, she should be fine.

Upon hearing Mo Lan's words, the boy's face first showed a troubled expression, but then he suddenly became determined and asked, "Are you sure this is better for my mother than medicine?"

"Young man, think about it, you only have enough money to buy one or two doses of medicine. Once it's gone, it's gone. What good will it do? It's better to let your aunt eat better and nourish her body. That way, your aunt will have some energy. Don't let her lie in bed all day. Let her get up and walk around more often. If she feels dizzy, she can walk a few steps. It's not good for her to be inactive all the time." Mo Lan looked at the young man and spoke innocently.

The boy stared at Mo Lan for a long time, then suddenly said, "I believe you. I'll go buy eggs and noodles in a bit."

"Xuan'er, keep this money. It's alright, but how will we manage if we buy all this? You mustn't do any more strenuous work. You're still growing, you can't do those heavy lifting jobs anymore." The woman held the boy's hand tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, her eyes full of heartache.

Mo Lan thought to herself: It seems this young man used to do manual labor to earn money, which is why the woman was so agitated. He's only sixteen or seventeen; how did he manage to be so thin?

"Do you know anyone who slaughters pigs?" Mo Lan asked suddenly after thinking for a moment.

The mother and son were both taken aback, not understanding why Mo Lan was asking such a question, but the boy still answered.

He said, "Uncle Li's family slaughters pigs and sells meat; they live in the East Market area."

"Is it Li Cheng's house?" Mo Lan felt that the Uncle Li he mentioned seemed to be the same Uncle Li from the butcher shop where she used to buy meat.

"Yes, you know her? You're the little girl Uncle Li was talking about who sells meat?" The boy seemed to suddenly realize something and asked Mo Lan.

"I'm not a little kid!" Mo Lan pouted, then said with a grin, "It's good that you know Uncle Li. You'll follow him when he slaughters pigs, and he'll teach you how to stuff pig's blood into intestines to make blood sausage. You can leave it with Uncle Li every morning, and I'll buy it. That way, you'll have money every day to buy food for your aunt to nourish her body. But the blood sausage has to be clean. Don't make it dirty. If it's dirty, I won't want it."

As the boy listened, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. This blood sausage shouldn't be too difficult. His mother used to be quite good at making food. He could ask his mother to teach him, so he could have money every day and use it to nourish his mother.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely clean it up. It's all food, I can't bring myself to make it dirty," the boy replied happily.

"Xuan'er, I can make this blood sausage myself, so let me go too," the woman asked her son for his opinion.

"Auntie, please take good care of yourself. Once you've recovered, I'll have your son take you with me! But not now. If you faint again, I'll be in big trouble. I won't dare buy your blood sausage anymore." Mo Lan joked, but she successfully stopped the woman's thoughts.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Mo Lan left the home of the boy named Chen Xuan with Old Liu. As she left, she looked back once more, unaware that this boy would later form such a deep bond with her family.

On the way back, Mo Lan was very happy. Not only had she bought dried shrimp, but she had also solved the problem of blood sausage. Blood sausage is delicious; steamed blood sausage is smooth and refreshing, and the blood sausage in the "pig-killing stew" gets better the longer it's stewed. Not only is it delicious, but blood sausage can also cleanse the intestines. Mo Lan had wanted to make blood sausage for a long time, but unfortunately, she didn't have the time, and the butcher in her village didn't slaughter pigs every day. Even if she did, he wouldn't clean it properly. So Mo Lan had been troubled by this problem. Today, she not only helped someone but also solved the problem. It was truly killing two birds with one stone.

Around noon, the three Xue brothers came again. Not long after they sat down, Qiu Dajun brought in the dishes: a large plate of stewed fish in an iron pot, with tofu as a side dish. There's an old saying, "A thousand times stewed tofu, ten thousand times stewed fish." The longer these two are stewed together, the better they taste.

A plate of stir-fried lake shrimp, with vibrant green scallions and red chili peppers, looks incredibly appetizing. There's also a plate of cornbread, which was made while the fish was stewing. One side is golden brown, while the other is charred.

"Lanlan, where are the steamed buns? I love your steamed buns. Could you bring me a few?" Little Fatty Xue Linglei refused to eat the flatbread; he wanted steamed buns.

"This is it. There are no steamed buns. The steamed buns are reserved for sale. Are you sure you don't want to eat them? If you don't, I'll take your portion. I'm really craving some, but I haven't had any yet." Mo Lan looked like she was about to take the pancake away.

"No way! What am I going to eat if you take this? But is this really edible? Look, it's all burnt." The chubby boy picked up a cornbread and showed it to Mo Lan.

Mo Lan ignored him and just looked at him with a smile. Taking advantage of his momentary daze, she snatched the pancake away and said, "If you're not going to eat this, I'll give it to Xiao San'er. He was really craving it just now."

"Why are you stealing from me, you little brat? Fifth Brother and Seventh Brother, aren't you going to do anything about it?" The chubby boy pouted and looked to his two older brothers for help.

"You said you didn't want to eat it, so go and reason with Lanlan yourself." Xue Lingyun was dressed in a light purple robe, with a white jade hairpin and a black gold fan, looking dashing and debonair. He smiled as he spoke, and he found it rare to be relaxed with his tenth brother and this girl.

"Someone come here!" Xue Lingfeng's handsome face remained cold. Upon hearing Xue Linglei's words, he immediately called out.

"Fifth Brother, what are you doing? I was just joking. Don't blame Lanlan." Xue Linglei was a little anxious. He was just teasing the girl. Why did Fifth Brother take it seriously?

The butler, who was sitting in another compartment, heard Xue Lingfeng's shout and hurriedly ran over, bowing and asking, "Fifth Master, what are your orders?"

Xue Lingfeng glanced at the expressions of the remaining three out of the corner of his eye. Xue Lingyun remained relaxed and at ease. Xue Linglei, however, wore an anxious expression. The girl, on the other hand, surprised him; she showed no fear whatsoever.

"You." Xue Lingfeng's tone was even colder. He pointed at the butler, paused, and then said, "Remember to pay for the meal later. Go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the room almost collapsed. The butler bowed and retreated, thinking to himself: What's wrong with Fifth Master? Why did we call him over just to say this? Even if he hadn't said anything, we still have to pay for the meal, don't we?

Xue Lingyun nearly spat out a mouthful of water, but he quickly swallowed it. The smile in his eyes changed color as he pondered.

Xue Linglei chuckled and muttered, "Fifth Brother, really, that's not a fair way to scare people."

Mo Lan couldn't help but smile. She hadn't expected that the cold-faced Xue Lingfeng was so amusing. Was he trying to scare her? Hehe, he really thought of her as a child.

"Eat up, these flatbreads are delicious with the fish soup. There's nothing fancy about them here, and no one's watching over you, so just eat them." She smiled, took the flatbreads, and left.

When they got to the backyard, she handed the pancakes to Xiao San and brought over the bowl of fish soup, telling him to dip the soup in it. Watching the little guy eat with relish, she patted his hair contentedly.

"Have a bite, sister." The little guy dipped the pancake in the fish soup and brought it to Mo Lan's lips. Mo Lan took a small bite and smiled, "It's delicious."

As the two were talking, they suddenly saw the chubby Xue Linglei run into the backyard and run towards them.

"Young Master Xue, what brings you to the backyard? Just let me know if you need anything." Madam Liu was working when she saw Xue Linglei coming in and hurriedly came over to greet him.

When Xue Linglei saw that the other two women were about to put down their work and come over to greet him, he quickly said, "Auntie, you all go about your business and don't worry about me. I'm here to see Xiao San'er. I found him quite likable yesterday."

"Young Master Xue, please go ahead." Madam Liu smiled slightly, turned around and went about her business. She trusted that Mo Lan would take good care of him. Madam Wang and Madam Qiu did not come over either, continuing with their own tasks.

"You little brat, you stole my pancakes! I didn't even get enough to eat. Hurry up and give me a few more." When he got to Mo Lan, Xue Linglei was no longer the polite young man he was in front of Liu Shi. He called out to Mo Lan in a low voice.

"San'er ate the pancake, or we'll give it back to you later," Mo Lan said gently, not annoyed.

"We've already eaten, how can we pay it back?" Xue Linglei patted Xiao San'er's hair. He didn't actually come to beg for pancakes; he just wanted to go into the backyard to take a look, so he made up an excuse to come over.

"It will be digested in a while after eating. San'er needs to go to the toilet in a bit." Mo Lan suppressed a smile and spoke seriously.

"You, you, you brat, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to play with Xiao San'er." Xue Linglei was furious; this girl really dared to say anything.

“My sister doesn’t smell bad.” Xiao San’er raised her eyes and corrected Xue Linglei.

"Okay, okay, your sister doesn't smell bad. Come on, San'er, call me brother." Xue Linglei teased Xiao San'er.

"Why aren't you eating properly up ahead? What are you doing here?" Mo Lan asked the chubby boy casually.

"They ate all the food, and they even snatched all the pancakes! They bullied me because I'm small and couldn't compete with them. Humph! I'll see if I don't snatch first next time!" The chubby boy said angrily. His two older brothers would bully him whenever no one was around. They'd eat the fish and pancakes quickly because they looked delicious, fighting over them. He hadn't even had his fill before they'd taken all the pancakes. The shrimp was also tasty, but it was too spicy, and without the pancakes, he didn't dare eat much. He was so angry that he ran to the back.