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

Xiao He stood there, watching Wang's back, her lips moved but she didn't say anything.

Xiao Bao stared at her with his big eyes.

Xiaohe suddenly remembered something and quickly handed over what she was holding.

"Xiao Bao, this is for you!"

Xiao Bao looked down and his eyes widened immediately.

"Wow—a bug!" He reached out his little hand, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

"It's a grasshopper." Xiao He squatted down. "I made it for you."

"Really?" Xiao Bao looked up, his face full of surprise. "Is it for me?"

"Yes, it's for you."

Xiao Bao took the grasshopper, looked it over from left to right. Its green body, long legs, and upturned antennae looked just like a real one. He immediately smiled, his eyes crinkling into two crescent moons.

"Thank you, sister!"

Xiao He smiled too, feeling a warm glow in her heart from that soft, sweet "sister".

She certainly didn't have a younger brother; her identity was fake. But she felt that she did now.

Xiao Bao leaned forward, holding up the grasshopper to look at it with her: "Sister, can it jump?"

"Only real grasshoppers can jump; this one is made of straw, so it won't jump."

"Will it bite?"

"No, it's fake."

"Even the fake one looks good!" Xiao Bao held it up happily, turning it over and over to examine it. "Sister, can you make other kinds?"

"Yes, I can also weave dragonflies, grasshoppers, and small baskets."

"Wow—" Xiao Bao's eyes widened again. "Sister, you're so amazing! I want to learn too."

"Okay, I'll teach you tomorrow."

"good!"

The two little ones squatted there, heads touching, and started chattering away.

Ping An pushed the car into the yard, unloaded the things, and when he came out and saw this scene, he paused for a moment, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Inside the kitchen, Wang was busy heating up the food; the pots and pans clattered softly, and smoke rose again.

Xiao He and Xiao Bao were having a great time playing in the yard, their giggles echoing through the air.

Lin Xiuer stood at the door of the kitchen and glanced at the two people, one big and one small, squatting in the corner, their heads huddled together, fiddling with something.

Xiao Bao was clutching the grasshopper in his hand, while Xiao He was pulling grass stems from the corner of the wall, teaching him as she did so.

"Okay, right, turn it around... no, no, it's this way..."

"Look, sister!"

"Wow, Xiao Bao is amazing!"

Lin Xiuer smiled and looked away with relief, then went into the kitchen.

Ping An filled a basin with water, wrung out a cloth, and handed it to her when she came in.

The handkerchief was warm. Lin Xiuer took it, wiped her face, and then wiped her hands.

After a busy day of weeding and fighting, my face and hands were covered in dust. This wipe made me feel much better.

Ping An stood beside her, watching her. After Lin Xiuer finished wiping, she handed the cloth back to him.

He took it, dipped it in the basin, wrung it out, and hung it up.

The movements were so natural, as if they had done them a thousand times.

In the courtyard, Xiao He was playing with Xiao Bao while not forgetting her own task.

She squatted there, weaving grass worms in her hands, but her eyes kept glancing towards the kitchen.

Through the open door, she could see what was inside.

Her young master Pei was standing beside Lin Xiuer, watching her wipe her face with gentle eyes. After she finished, he took the cloth, rinsed it, and hung it up.

His movements were gentle, his eyes and brows soft; there was not a trace of Lord Qianhu left.

Xiao He was amazed.

She joined the Embroidered Uniform Guard late and never saw Pei Zhao at his most glorious moment.

But I've heard from the elders that Pei Yan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was the only son of Pei Yan. He entered the Northern Garrison at the age of sixteen, was promoted to centurion at nineteen, and became a chiliarch at twenty.

He was exceptionally handsome, yet ruthless in his methods, showing no mercy to even his closest relatives when solving cases.

In the capital, all the纨绔子弟 (sons of wealthy and powerful families) would avoid him.

Those noble ladies, daughters of officials, and even princesses, all of them would curse him as a cold-faced devil while secretly inquiring about his preferences.

They were true rising stars of the dynasty, the emperor's personal guards, and the center of attention wherever they went.

But now?

She looked at the man in the kitchen, who was listening to Lin Xiuer speak with his head down, a slight smile on his lips and a smile in his eyes.

He nodded to everything Lin Xiuer said, occasionally replying with a word or two in a gentle voice.

Xiaohe could hardly believe her eyes and ears.

Is this really Pei Zhao?

That young Master Pei, who was said to be able to interrogate people for three days and three nights straight in the imperial prison without closing his eyes, with eyes as cold as knives, and whose legs would go weak with just one sentence?

She looked away, lowered her head and continued weaving the straw, her mind churning with various thoughts.

Lord Shen sent her to investigate whether Pei Zhao had truly lost his memory.

But the man she saw now was gentle, taciturn, and obedient, a completely different person from the cold-faced devil she had met before.

If it's an act... this is too convincing!

But if he really does lose his memory... how will he view himself now after he regains his memory? How will he view Lin Xiuer's family?

"Sister! Sister, look!" Xiao Bao's voice pulled her back to reality.

Xiao He looked down and saw Xiao Bao holding up a crooked thing, showing it to her proudly.

"The grasshopper Xiao Bao made!"

That thing... how should I put it, it's a hybrid of two different things.

It has legs and a body, but the legs are on its back, and its body is twisted like a pretzel. Xiao He couldn't help but laugh.

"Beautiful!" she said sincerely. "Xiao Bao's first attempt at knitting is so good, it's amazing!"

Xiao Bao was even more pleased with himself, and ran towards the kitchen with his masterpiece in his arms.

"Mommy! Mommy, look! Xiaobao made a grasshopper!"

Lin Xiuer had just finished preparing the ingredients for making the sauce when she looked down and saw Xiao Bao rushing in holding a strange-looking thing.

She took it and looked at it, then looked at Xiao He who was following behind with a smile on her face, and burst out laughing.

"This is... a grasshopper?"

"yes!"

Xiao Bao nodded vigorously, "My sister taught me!"

Lin Xiuer squatted down, examined it carefully, and nodded: "Yes, Mother can see it. This grasshopper... has quite long legs."

Xiao Bao giggled and then went to present his grasshopper to Wang Shi.

"Grandma! Grandma, look!"

Mrs. Wang was serving rice at the stove when she glanced back and smiled. "Oh my, these grasshoppers are so lively!"

Xiaohe stood at the door, watching this scene, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

She grew up in a military garrison, without a home or relatives. Training, missions, more training, more missions—that was her entire life.

But now, in this small courtyard, there is the aroma of food, the laughter of children, and the gentle gaze of adults.

She lowered her head and continued weaving the grass in her hands.

Inside the kitchen, the food was laid out on the table. Wang called out, "Come, come, everyone, sit down and eat! Xiao He, sit here!"

Xiao He was pulled to sit at the table, where a bowl of steaming rice porridge, a plate of stir-fried wild vegetables, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a dish of pickled radishes were placed in front of her.

She looked at the bowl of porridge, the steam rising onto her face, and her eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

"Eat up," Wang put a piece of food into her bowl with her chopsticks. "Don't be shy, we're family now."