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

Xiao He had seen many noble ladies in the capital.

They are pretty, but none of them can compare to Sister Lin.

Those noble ladies all look down on everyone, judging people with their noses in the air.

Their laughter is practiced, their speech is poised, and every move they make is just right.

But her sister Lin is different.

She was kind and always had a smile on her face. The way you looked at her was like you would look at your own child.

The pancakes she made smelled so good they could make you drool. When she was making the sauce, the aroma wafted out and Xiaohe almost couldn't help but drool.

She even gave herself a new name, washed her hair, and said she would make new clothes for herself tomorrow...

Xiao He lowered her head and looked at the water in the basin. The dim yellow light was reflected on the surface of the water, swaying back and forth.

"Sister," she suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Lin Xiuer responded.

Xiao He opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Finally, he simply whispered, "Thank you."

Lin Xiuer paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Silly girl," she ruffled Xiao He's wet hair, "Don't thank me, we're family now."

family.

Xiao He pondered these words, her feelings extremely complicated.

Although Sister Mingyue treated them fairly well at the garrison, she had so many subordinates, and everyone was busy training and carrying out missions every day.

We've become numb to the word "family." Nobody knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

Lin Xiuer led Xiao He, who was clean and smelled of soap, into the house.

Inside, Wang had already made the bed and was tucking the blanket around Xiaobao. Hearing the sound, she turned around, smiled, and patted the spot next to her.

"Come here, sleep here. Xiao Bao is a restless sleeper, so you sleep next to Grandma so he won't kick you at night."

Xiao Bao had already crawled into bed, only his little head sticking out, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Xiao He.

Xiao He lay down and covered herself with the blanket.

Lin Xiuer turned and left the house, followed by Xiao Bao's chattering voice: "Grandma, sister, listen to me sing!"

"Alright, alright, sing along," Wang replied with a smile.

Lin Xiuer smiled. Xiao Bao is becoming more and more lively and cheerful. He always makes a fuss before going to bed.

With a new older sister today, she's probably even more excited.

Ping An had quickly washed up in the kitchen and prepared hot water for Lin Xiuer.

"Wash it?" he asked.

Lin Xiuer nodded.

When she finished washing up and came into the room, Ping An had already made the bed.

Lin Xiuer lay down on the new bed and sighed comfortably.

"This bed is really sturdy," she said, deliberately shaking it. "Third Brother's craftsmanship is excellent."

Ping An blew out the oil lamp and lay down next to her.

The room was dimly lit only by the moonlight filtering through the paper windows. He reached out and naturally put his arm around her waist.

Lin Xiuer leaned closer to him and was about to close her eyes when the man's hands began to wander.

Ping An buried his head in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled but with a hint of amusement, "Whether the bed is sturdy or not, we'll have to try it to know."

"My wife said before that she wanted to try out the new bed once it was finished."

Lin Xiuer thought for a moment, recalling the casual remark she had made that night: "Let Third Brother make you a new bed another day so you can try it out."

Who knew he would take it seriously and still remember it to this day.

Lin Xiuer felt ticklish from his rubbing and tried to dodge with a smile, but couldn't escape.

"How do you want to try?" she asked deliberately.

Ping An pressed his forehead against hers, his breath brushing against her face.

Lin Xiuer looked into his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

This person, despite his amnesia, has incredibly alluring eyes. Bathed in moonlight, they shine brightly and softly, brimming with endless tenderness.

Before he even opened his mouth, you were already tempted to agree to any request he might make.

"You..." Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was covered.

This kiss wasn't as awkward as the first one. He kissed slowly but earnestly, each kiss like savoring a delicious treat.

Lin Xiuer was dizzy from his kisses, and her hands unconsciously climbed up his neck.

After a while, he finally let go of her, his forehead still pressed against hers, his breathing a little heavy.

"My wife," he called to her.

"Um?"

Next, he proved with facts that the new bed his third brother made was indeed of good quality.

No matter how much the person on top struggled, the bed didn't make a sound.

Lin Xiuer finally experienced what it meant to be "flipped around like a pancake".

And yet, while he was fiddling with it, he kept asking her, "Wife, is this bed sturdy?"

She bit her lip, not wanting to talk to him.

It seems that last time, besides being inexperienced, he was also afraid of breaking the bed, which is why he didn't toss and turn her over repeatedly.

The man asked again, "Wife, say something, is it sturdy or not?"

She blushed deeply when asked the question, and didn't even have the energy to yell at anyone.

But his face was right in front of hers, with a slightly ingratiating smile, his eyes wet as he looked at her like a child begging for candy.

Lin Xiuer couldn't hold back any longer and slapped him on the back: "Sturdy! Extremely sturdy! Can you please shut up?!"

He chuckled softly and leaned down to peck her lips.

"Okay, that's all."

then……

There was even less time to talk.

After what seemed like an eternity, the room finally quieted down.

Lin Xiuer lay in his arms, her whole body weak and sore, not even wanting to move a finger.

The man seemed quite energetic, with one arm around her, his chin resting on the top of her head, and his other hand gently stroking her back.

"The bed is really good quality," he said, his voice full of satisfaction.

Lin Xiuer closed her eyes and weakly hummed in response.

Ping An took her hand and kissed it.

"Try again tomorrow? Try it every day from now on," he asked again.

Lin Xiuer opened her eyes and glared at him.

Ping An looked at her with a smile that was a mix of ingratiation, playfulness, and a hint of grievance.

"Is that not allowed?" he asked, his voice soft.

Lin Xiuer looked at his face. He was clearly a grown man, yet he had such an expression that made it impossible for anyone to scold him.

She sighed, closed her eyes, and snuggled closer to him.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Ping An smiled, lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, then hugged her even tighter.

Moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, illuminating the intertwined figures on the bed.

The night was deep and quiet in the courtyard, with only the occasional chirping of insects.

The moonlight shone quietly, and I had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Lin Xiuer and Ping An got up early.

Hearing the commotion, Xiao He rubbed her eyes and came out of Wang's house. She saw Lin Xiuer carrying things onto a cart in the yard and quickly ran over to help.

"Sister, let me do it!"

She wasn't very strong, but she was quick and efficient, helping to put the basin, sauce jars, and a stack of oil paper onto the car one by one.

Ping An came out of the kitchen, carrying two baskets full of charcoal, and placed them steadily on the cart.

Xiao He stole a glance at him. The man's expression was normal, his eyes gentle, and there was no trace of what had happened last night...

She quickly looked away, not daring to let her mind wander.