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

Logically speaking, someone who's busy in front of the stove every day, surrounded by cooking fumes, should have turned yellowish-brown by now.

But Lin Xiuer always looked clean and fresh, and you could smell a faint floral fragrance when you got close.

Her features were already striking, and now that she's lost weight, a gentle and kind quality shines through her eyes and brows.

When he's not smiling, he exudes a subtle air of authority; when he smiles, he becomes gentle and captivating.

Everyone in the neighborhood liked her, and she was always the center of attention when she walked down the street.

"Madam Lin, you're up so early again today?"

"Lady Lin, you look good when you're thin! But you can't be too thin, eat more!"

"Lin Meizi is really getting worse with age. Look at her face, she's more youthful than a young girl, she doesn't look like a mother at all."

Lin Xiuer smiled and agreed, her hands never stopping their work.

Only Wang, looking at her increasingly beautiful face, which resembled that person more and more, felt more and more worried every day.

Like.

so similar.

After losing weight, her eyebrows, her facial features, and the way she smiled looked so much like that person.

Wang was a little scared and dared not think any further. She just tried her best to cook delicious food for her every day.

"Xiuer, Mother has made chicken soup. Drink more of it."

"Xiuer, this braised pork was specially saved for you. You've gotten so thin these days. Don't overwork yourself; it breaks my heart."

Lin Xiuer knew her mother was worried about her overworking herself, so she always smiled and agreed, but she could only eat a few bites before putting the food down.

She didn't mean to.

That's a normal amount of food; I really can't eat more than that.

Unlike Wang's worries, Xiao He looked at Lin Xiuer, who was becoming more and more beautiful, and felt both happy and anxious.

Previously, she thought Liu Ruyan was already the most beautiful girl in Peach Blossom Town.

But now, Lin Xiuer's demeanor, appearance, and the composure and insight she displays in speaking, acting, and dealing with people are all remarkable.

Not to mention the noble ladies in the capital, she can even compare to the princesses in the palace.

People are saying that the owner of Xiuji is not only beautiful but also makes money, which makes the eyes of the customers who come to buy braised food always linger on her.

Sailors who worked on ships, wealthy people in town, and passing merchants—all of them would linger at the door after buying their goods, trying to strike up a conversation with her.

Lin Xiuer was busy with her own work and didn't waste any time talking to them.

Every day, Xiao He prayed silently in her heart: "Please come back soon, Lord Pei. If you don't come back soon, Madam will be kidnapped."

Chen Mingxuan and Wu Liangcai also looked at Lin Xiuer with increasingly strange expressions.

These two young masters come to the shop to work every day. Before, they just came for the fun and to satisfy their cravings for food.

Although they all liked to be close to Lin Xiuer, they were all quite self-disciplined and polite.

What now?

As Chen Mingxuan skewered the food, his eyes kept following Lin Xiuer's figure with a silly grin.

Unfortunately, Mr. Chen now wholeheartedly supports his son.

The braised food shop is booming. Although he only takes 30% of the profits, his monthly income from that 30% is more than the total monthly profit of his rice shop.

If Chen Mingxuan could really marry Lin Xiuer, he wouldn't worry about his family fortune being squandered by his good-for-nothing son. He could die in peace.

Wu Liangcai was even more exaggerated. Whenever Lin Xiuer spoke, he would stare at her without blinking, as if he had been bewitched.

Even Old Hu shook his head and sighed, "These two lads are probably really interested."

Xiaohe was so angry that she couldn't breathe and kept pinching her philtrum.

These two young masters, being so close to her, might actually be her master's strongest competitors.

One afternoon, after a downpour, the sweltering heat of midsummer subsided slightly.

The rain was still drizzling, and there were few pedestrians on the street.

At the dock, a large ship pulled ashore, and two people disembarked.

Walking in front was an elderly man of about fifty, wearing a dark blue robe with dark patterns and a jade belt around his waist, with a calm and composed demeanor.

His back was ramrod straight; he was clearly no ordinary person.

The young man behind him was tall and slender, dressed in black, with a black and gold mask covering half of his face.

Only her well-defined jawline and a pair of deep-set eyes were visible.

He held up an umbrella to shield the old man from the drizzling rain.

The two walked slowly down the main street and stopped briefly in front of the old house in the west of the town.

The old house's gate was tightly shut; the door panels had just been replaced and were gleaming with new paint. You could hear the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking inside, even through the walls.

The two did not go in. They stood there for a while, exchanged a few words in hushed tones, and then turned and left.

The sound of students reciting their lessons could be heard from inside the school. The young man went up and knocked on the door, which opened from the inside shortly afterward.

It is unclear what the young man said to the teacher, but the old man was respectfully invited inside.

The two stood outside the window, peering inside through the half-open window.

A little boy, about four or five years old, dressed neatly, was standing in front of the teacher reciting his lessons.

He swayed his head, his voice clear and soft, reciting each word fluently and smoothly.

The old man stared at the familiar-looking young face, his pupils widening slightly.

Those eyebrows, those nose, those mouth corners—they were so similar to the person he remembered, far more so than the imposter in the Beijing prison.

His fist clenched tightly inside his sleeve, suppressing the surging emotions within him.

The young man stood beside him, holding an umbrella, without saying a word.

After leaving the school, they finally headed towards the braised food shop.

This time, the old man's steps were noticeably hurried.

It was past lunchtime, and there weren't many customers in the braised food restaurant.

Lin Xiuer and her friends were gathered around a table, drinking fruit tea brewed by Lin Xiuer and eating skewers.

Taking a bite of the fragrant meat skewer and sipping a sip of the sweet and sour plum tea to cleanse the palate—the taste and the feeling are simply indescribable; even the gods wouldn't trade it for such a delightful experience.

The old man stood at the door for a while, listening to the relaxed and cheerful laughter inside. He took a deep breath before stepping into the shop.

Lin Xiuer was eating with her mouth glistening with oil when she saw someone come in. She quickly wiped her mouth and greeted them with a smile.

"What would you two like to order?"

The old man almost lost his composure when he actually saw Lin Xiuer's face, even though he had mentally prepared himself at the door.

Fearing he might lose his composure, he quickly waved his hand, signaling the young man behind him to step forward.

The goods braised in the morning were almost sold out by noon.

The masked young man glanced at the empty plates on the counter, looking rather dissatisfied.

Seeing this, Lin Xiuer quickly explained, "These are all leftovers from lunch. If you're not in a hurry, please wait a bit; there are still fresh ones being braised in the pot."

The young man turned to look at the old man, as if waiting for his decision.

The old man's gaze remained fixed on Lin Xiuer, and upon hearing her words, he immediately nodded.

The two chose an empty table at the back and sat down, the old man's gaze still following Lin Xiuer.

Lin Xiuer served them a pot of tea, completely ignoring the old man's scrutiny.