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

Xiao He lowered her head, whispered "Thank you, Grandma," picked up the bowl, and slowly took a sip.

The porridge was very fragrant, the rice grains were cooked until soft and tender, and the warm feeling went from my mouth to my heart.

But the things that shocked her about her young master Pei were not limited to this.

She picked up a piece of wild vegetable with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

The wild vegetables were stir-fried with pork cracklings and minced garlic until they were glistening with oil and had the unique fragrance of wild vegetables. They were so delicious that her eyes lit up.

And then there's the pickled radish, crisp, tangy, and spicy—it's so appetizing!

Xiao He was really hungry. She picked up a piece of wild vegetables and then an egg with her chopsticks, and buried her head in her rice.

Just as she was engrossed in eating, she saw Ping An pick up a piece of egg with his chopsticks and put it into Lin Xiuer's bowl.

His movements were considerate and natural; he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Lin Xiuer didn't stand on ceremony, lowered her head and ate, then casually added a spoonful of wild vegetables to his bowl.

Xiao He chewed on her chopsticks, clicking her tongue inwardly.

Before she could even process what had happened, Xiao Bao started causing trouble again.

"Daddy—" Little Bao held up a spoon, his little face covered in rice grains, "I want to eat too!"

Ping An reached out her chopsticks, picked up a piece of egg for him, and then took the handkerchief next to her to wipe the rice grains off his face.

The movements were so practiced and natural; it was clear this wasn't the first time.

"Daddy wants that too!" Xiao Bao pointed to the stir-fried wild vegetables again.

Ping An put another piece on his plate.

Xiao He stared, her eyes wide with amazement.

Daddy?

Her young master Pei, a dignified commander of the Imperial Guard who is still young and not even married, is being called "Daddy" by a four-year-old toddler.

The key point is, he should!

He responded to every single one of Xiaobao's calls! It was either "Mmm" or "Okay," his tone so gentle, his expression so blissful, it was simply...

Xiao He lowered her head and shoveled rice into her mouth, trying not to make her facial expressions too obvious.

After finishing her meal, Xiaohe thought the day's fright was over.

But she was wrong; what followed was even more terrifying.

Lin Xiuer put down her bowl, wiped her mouth, and went into the kitchen to busy herself.

Make the sauce, slice the meat, marinate the meat slices, and prepare the things you'll need for tomorrow's stall.

Xiao He was helping to clear the dishes when she looked up and saw Ping An carrying a basin, filled with hot water, and then leading Xiao Bao over to take a bath.

Xiao He stood in the yard and, through the half-open door, saw Ping An squatting on the ground in the small house next to the kitchen, stripping Xiao Bao naked and putting him into a basin.

Xiao Bao sat in the basin, the water just reaching his belly. He splashed around with his little arms and legs, splashing water everywhere, including Ping An, but he wasn't annoyed.

"Daddy! Water got in my eyes!"

Ping An reached out and wiped his eyes, her voice gentle: "Close your eyes."

"Okay." Xiao Bao obediently closed his eyes.

Ping An washed his hair with such gentle and meticulous movements that she even rubbed behind his ears.

Xiao Bao closed his eyes, his little face full of enjoyment.

"Father, are we going to bathe again tomorrow?"

"wash."

"And the day after tomorrow?"

"Wash it too."

"Oh, then Daddy and Mommy, please come back early tomorrow, okay? I missed you all today."

"it is good."

Xiao He listened, and her whole body went numb.

Her cold and ruthless young Master Pei, the Commander Pei whose eyes were as cold as knives in the imperial prison.

She squatted down and bathed a four-year-old child. She even soothed him while bathing him, without a trace of impatience on her face.

Her technique was natural, her expression gentle, and she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

Lord Pei, do you even know what you're doing?

Xiao He wailed inwardly.

Do you know who you used to be? Do you know how many noble ladies and daughters of officials in the capital have their eyes on you?

If they saw you looking like this, how many jaws would they drop?

But Ping An didn't know.

But judging from how engrossed he is in being a father, he doesn't seem to want to know.

He lowered his head and carefully washed Xiaobao's hair, then scrubbed his whole body clean, took him out of the basin, wrapped him in a dry cloth, and dried him off.

"Okay," he said.

Xiao Bao, naked, wriggled out of his arms, giggled, and ran into the house to find Wang Shi to get dressed.

Ping An tidied up the basin, emptied the water, hung up the cloth, and went back into the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, Lin Xiuer was simmering sauce, while Xiao He tended the fire. The aroma wafted out, making her mouth water.

Ping An returned to the kitchen, took out a basin, poured in flour, and began to scoop water and knead the dough.

Xiaohe watched as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, and reached his large hands into the basin, vigorously kneading the dough.

Knead it once, flip it over, knead it again, the movements look quite convincing.

Once the dough was kneaded, he covered the basin with a damp cloth, then put the lid on it, and left it to rest by the stove.

"Xiao He," she called out, "come here, I've boiled some water for you, take a bath."

Xiaohe snapped out of her daze and quickly stood up.

Lin Xiuer led her to a small cubicle next to the kitchen, where a large basin of hot water had already been placed, with wisps of steam rising upwards.

"Come on, take off your clothes," Lin Xiuer said, already picking up a cloth.

Xiao He was a little embarrassed, but she still obediently took off her clothes and sat in the basin.

The warm water washed over her body, so comforting that she wanted to sigh. It had been a very, very long time since she had enjoyed a proper hot bath like this.

Lin Xiuer sat behind her, wet her hair, rubbed soap on her head, and began to wash her hair.

The fingers gently pressed on her scalp, the pressure just right, making Xiaohe squint her eyes in comfort.

"You can squeeze in with my mom and Xiaobao for the next few days," Lin Xiuer said while washing up. "The bed is newly made, there's enough room."

Xiao He hummed in agreement.

"There aren't any clothes at home that fit you properly, but my mother found one. You can wear that for now," Lin Xiuer continued.

"When we get to town tomorrow, I'll have tailor Liu make you two outfits. He's incredibly skilled; he makes all the clothes for my family."

Xiao He hummed in agreement, but her heart was filled with complex emotions.

Lin Xiuer's hand was still gently rubbing her head, her movements as tender as if she were treating the most precious treasure.

Suddenly, she felt a little reluctant for Pei Zhao to regain his memories.

It wasn't because she didn't want to complete the task, but rather...

She didn't know how she would face herself now if he really regained his memories.

Pei Zhao, who squatted on the ground to bathe Xiao Bao; Pei Zhao, whose eyes were gentle when kneading dough; Pei Zhao, who would serve food to Lin Xiu'er and wipe Xiao Bao's mouth...

If he remembered who he was, his identity, and everything in the capital—

Can he still be like this?

Will he still treat Lin Xiuer so gently? Will he still coax Xiao Bao so patiently?

If all of this is an act, how deep must one's cunning be? How strong must one's self-control be? How terrifying must one be?

And Lin Xiuer...

Xiao He secretly glanced at the woman squatting behind her.

Lin Xiuer was carefully washing her hair with a faint smile on her face.

Although she was a little chubby, she had a kind and pleasant aura about her.