Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

The secret protection they showed had long since transcended their attachment to the mansion itself.

It's more like an obsession, a lament for past glories, a silent protest against unjust grievances, and a stubborn refusal to let go.

But is it really meaningful to guard this increasingly dilapidated, ghostly garden, which even they themselves dare not easily set foot in, year after year?

Do the spirits of the master, mistress, and eldest son really want to see the old house remain so gloomy and dilapidated?

Liu Ruyan continued to look out the window, the night breeze ruffling the strands of hair at her temples.

"Perhaps, we can bring it back to life and restore its former vitality."

She slowly turned around, her eyes filled with neither sadness nor resentment, but rather a sense of relief and peace, as if she had suddenly gained clarity.

"For example... let Sister Lin buy it."

Zhang Wanfu and Liu Songnian were completely stunned. For a moment, only the crackling of the candlelight and the faint chirping of insects outside the window could be heard in the room.

They looked at the girl in front of them, whom they had watched grow up since childhood, and whom they had always thought needed to be carefully protected and had her identity hidden.

For the first time, they spoke so clearly and calmly about thoughts that had flashed through their subconscious but which they had never dared to think about deeply or speak out.

"Sister Lin is a very special person. She is resilient, intelligent, courageous, and loyal."

"She works hard to make a living and treats those around her with sincerity."

Zhang Wanfu and Liu Songnian fell silent again.

They naturally noticed the unusually relaxed expression on Liu Ruyan's face when she returned today, and they also secretly observed Lin Xiuer and the others.

After a long while, Zhang Wanfu slowly spoke, his tone tinged with melancholy, "Perhaps... Yan'er is right."

Liu Songnian looked at Liu Ruyan and nodded kindly: "If someone like Madam Lin buys it, it can be brought back to life."

"Even if it's completely transformed, it's just a restaurant, a place to settle down and make a living, where flowers, plants, fruits, and vegetables are planted again, smoke rises from the chimneys, and laughter fills the air..."

A harmonious and warm scene unconsciously surfaced in his mind. "Perhaps, that's the best place for the old house. A thousand times better than leaving it deserted..."

……

As night deepened, Lin Xiuer and Ping An finally wiped the tables and chairs clean and put them back in their places, and washed and neatly arranged the bowls and chopsticks.

In the kitchen, the dough for tomorrow's stall has been kneaded and is quietly rising in a basin, covered with a damp cloth.

The meat slices, marinated in spices beforehand, glistened with an oily sheen, while a large jar of freshly made secret sauce emitted a spicy aroma from the earthenware pot.

Everything is ready, promising another busy and hopeful morning tomorrow.

The whole day is busy, from setting up the stall in the early morning, to picking mushrooms on the mountain, to cooking in a lively atmosphere, and then to the bustling banquet in the evening.

Both of them were covered in grease and sweat, and felt very sticky.

Ping An fetched cool well water from the backyard, added some hot water from the stove, and mixed it into a large basin of warm water.

He took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest and arms with smooth lines and distinct muscles.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the man's body resembled a meticulously crafted piece of jade, covered with firm yet understated muscles.

With the complete recovery of his injuries, coupled with the recuperation and work he has done in recent days.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the lines of the chest and abdomen are more defined and powerful, and the muscles undulate slightly, exuding a restrained yet vigorous sense of strength.

Some faint old scars still remain on it, adding to its ruggedness.

It was as if she was silently telling the story of this man's past experiences, the thrilling and unforgettable ones that she was yet to know.

Water droplets slid down his slightly pale skin, rolling over his muscular chest and well-defined abs.

Lin Xiuer sat on a small stool by the stove, tending the pot and boiling water for washing.

Without any attempt to hide it, he simply rested his chin on his hand, staring intently. His gaze was frank and direct, filled with undisguised admiration.

That figure...it's truly captivating.

Lin Xiuer couldn't help but admire herself; she had truly struck gold.

The deliberately muscular physiques I saw on Douyin in my past life seem like soulless plastic mannequins compared to the taut and beautiful body before me.

Ping An's physique is clearly the result of long-term martial arts training; every muscle exudes beauty and power, without any excess.

Ping An didn't feel uncomfortable being watched so openly by her; on the contrary, she was somewhat indulgent.

He washed himself naturally and openly, as if exposing his body to her was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Now that there were no outsiders to disturb him, he actually really liked this feeling, with his wife's eyes fixed on him alone.

He even lingered on places where her gaze lingered for a little longer, such as the bulging biceps on her arms or the clearly defined V-line between her waist and abdomen.

I'll adjust my posture slightly to make the lines there clearer under the light and water.

Knowing she liked to see it, I didn't hesitate to show it to her so she could see it more clearly.

And she watched with a sense of righteous indignation and complete satisfaction.

Ping An quickly finished washing up, dried herself with a towel, and put on a clean short-sleeved shirt.

He fetched a fresh basin of clean water and carried it to Lin Xiuer.

The dim light outlined his handsome profile, and water droplets slid down his still slightly damp hair.

He put down the basin of water, bent down slightly, and first placed a gentle kiss on Lin Xiuer's lips.

The air was slightly cool from the moisture and carried the clean scent of soapberry.

"You've had a long day, do you want me to help you wash up?"

His voice sounded particularly gentle in the quiet kitchen, and his gaze fell on her slightly tired but still bright eyes.

Lin Xiuer looked up at him, her lips curving into an uncontrollable smile, and a genuine smile spreading across her eyes.

This man is truly lovable.

Although his identity is a mystery, he was covered in horrifying injuries when we first met. His blank background and frighteningly swift skills made him seem like a shadow shrouded in mist.

But so what? At least from the moment she met him, from the moment he first opened his eyes and looked at her with those clean yet bewildered eyes.

What he gave her was always complete trust, silent support, and genuine closeness.

He wasn't a man of many words, but at least he never argued with her or questioned her decisions.

Even if those decisions seem absurd to outsiders.

Aside from the occasional jealousy, I never interfere with her work.

He wouldn't use his superior skills to suppress her with any ridiculous excuses.

He was like a wild beast that had been temporarily tamed, hiding all his claws and showing her only his most docile and obedient side.

He was obedient and well-behaved, yet possessed a quiet wisdom.

I fully supported her decisions and instructions, and then carried them out perfectly without any delay or perfunctory attitude.

This feeling of being completely trusted and supported was incredibly precious and touching for Lin Xiuer, who was facing a difficult start after transmigrating.