Double Transmigration: Many Children, Many Blessings, Conquering Fairy Tales and Reality

Seeing Little Red Riding Hood's shy expression, so shy that she didn't even dare to lift her head, Qin Hao was curious about what his grandmother had said to her, but out of propriety, he didn't press her for details.

There are more important things to deal with right now.

Because of Qin Hao's fight with the werewolf, the once cozy and quaint wooden house was now covered in blood, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood, making it look like a slaughterhouse.

"Let's tidy this up first."

Qin Hao said to Little Red Riding Hood.

"Yes, Master."

Little Red Riding Hood seemed to wake from a dream, quickly suppressing her shyness and rolling up her sleeves to help.

With a thought, Qin Hao roughly dragged the enormous werewolf remains outside.

Then, he took out some clean water from the basket Little Red Riding Hood had brought, and the two of them worked together, using the rags and tools that were already in the cabin, to carefully clean up the bloodstains all over the floor.

Fortunately, Qin Hao killed the werewolf very quickly, so the battle did not spread too widely.

Apart from the solid wood bed that was shredded by the werewolf's claw, and a broken door and a broken window, the rest of the furniture and household items in the cabin were intact.

It took almost half an hour to finally clean up the bloodstains in the room.

Qin Hao raised an eyebrow as he looked at the pile of bed boards shattered into pieces.

My grandmother has just recovered from a serious illness, and we can't let her sleep on the cold, damp floor.

"You stay with Grandma, I'm going out for a bit."

Qin Hao picked up the axe and strode out of the wooden house.

Arriving at the dense woods behind the cabin, he spotted several thick, straight pine trees, channeled his inner power, and swung his axe.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With the incredibly sharp modern steel axe blade and Qin Hao's superhuman strength, several large trees crashed to the ground.

He quickly trimmed off the branches and split the trunk into flat, thick planks.

Afterwards, Qin Hao carried the wooden planks, which exuded the fresh scent of pine resin, back into the house and found the hammer and nails left behind by his grandmother's late husband.

After a flurry of hammering and banging, in less than an hour, a brand-new wooden bed, though slightly rough, was undeniably spacious and sturdy, and was firmly placed in its original spot.

Grandma lay back down on the new bed covered with a clean wool blanket. Watching Qin Hao work so efficiently and neatly, the satisfaction in her eyes, like that of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, was almost overflowing.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Hao rekindled the warm firewood in the fireplace, dispelling the chill in the room.

The three sat around the warm bed. Little Red Riding Hood opened the bamboo basket she had brought and took out the whole-wheat sandwiches and a small jar of precious wild berry jam.

The girl picked up a sandwich with remarkable ease, scooped out a large spoonful of jam with a wooden spoon, and carefully and evenly spread it on every inch of the bread's surface.

Then, she held the bread covered in jam in both hands, her eyes gleaming with longing, and offered it to Qin Hao's lips:

"Master, you must have had a tough fight just now. Have something to eat to replenish your strength."

Qin Hao looked at the food being offered to his mouth and, without any hesitation, took a big bite.

Lying on the bed, Grandma quietly watched Little Red Riding Hood serve Qin Hao so obediently and considerately. Seeing the extremely natural and intimate atmosphere between the two, a heartfelt and gratified smile appeared on the old woman's wrinkled face.

During this time, Little Red Riding Hood, while eating, couldn't help but try to dissuade him:

"Grandma, my mother is gone. You are now my only family in this world."

The girl held her grandmother's withered hand and pleaded desperately.

"Why don't you come back to town with us? I'll carry you home. Once you're there, I can take care of you every day, and you won't have to worry about the monsters in the Black Forest anymore."

However, faced with her granddaughter's filial piety, the grandmother shook her head firmly.

"Good child, Grandma knows how you feel."

The old woman looked around at the dilapidated wooden house that had been her home all her life, her eyes filled with longing.

"But this place was built brick by brick by your grandfather and me; it's our only home. His presence is everywhere here."

Grandma lovingly stroked Little Red Riding Hood's hair, her tone so calm it was as if she were recounting someone else's life or death:

"Grandma knows her own body; she doesn't have many days left. She wants to return to her roots, and I don't want to leave her in her final days."

Knowing that you'll have someone to rely on in the future, even if I die here, I'll go to see your grandfather and mother with a smile.

Hearing her grandmother's resolute words, which sounded like she was giving her last instructions, Little Red Riding Hood's tears welled up again.

But in the end, she didn't insist and could only respect her grandmother's choice, tears streaming down her face.

As the sun sets, the light in the forest gradually dims.

After leaving some water and food, Little Red Riding Hood waved goodbye to her grandmother, turning back every few steps.

She then followed closely behind Qin Hao, embarking on her journey back to the border town of the Kingdom of Osi.

……

By the time we got back to the town, it was completely dark.

Qin Hao did not take Little Red Riding Hood directly back to the manor, but instead went to the town market first.

He spent a very extravagant amount of money—a few silver coins—to buy large quantities of rye flour, dried bacon, potatoes, and several barrels of inferior ale.

He hired two helpers to carry all the heavy grain back to his magnificent stone mansion and properly store it in the spacious cellar.

Qin Hao's actions naturally had their own deeper meaning.

After all, his base of operations is in the modern world, and he will definitely need to use the double portal to travel back and forth between the real world frequently in the future.

In this process, he couldn't let the townspeople think he was a real immortal who didn't eat or drink.

These stockpiled grains serve as the best cover.

After handling the logistical support, Qin Hao took Little Red Riding Hood to the largest and best clothing and hat tailor shop in town.

"Boss, take her measurements."

Qin Hao pointed to Little Red Riding Hood beside him and tossed a silver coin onto the counter.

"I want to order a maid outfit."

Yes, it's the kind that's black and white with lace trim and an apron.

The fabric is the softest and most breathable one in your store. And…”

Qin Hao paused, his tone becoming extremely serious.

"Pair it with two pairs of pure white knee-high silk stockings, tight-fitting ones."

Hearing Qin Hao's request, the tailor shop owner was somewhat surprised by the unusual design.

But for the sake of the silver coins, she accepted the order with great ease.

Qin Hao sat to the side, watching the tailor measure Little Red Riding Hood's impressive curves with a tape measure, and couldn't help but secretly complain.

"The technology tree in this other world is ridiculously advanced."

In the Middle Ages, when even a flawless glass could not be made and commoners were still eating with their hands, the textile industry here was so developed that it could produce white silk stockings similar to those of modern times.

Even the lace trim can be hand-sewn so exquisitely.

But despite the complaints, since such an exquisite outfit as "white stockings" exists, Qin Hao naturally had to arrange it for his personal maid.

After paying the deposit and agreeing to pick up the finished garment the next day, Qin Hao took the girl back to his mansion.

Pushing open the heavy door, Qin Hao lit the brass oil lamp on the wall and led Little Red Riding Hood on a tour of the first and second floors, explaining in detail the layout of the kitchen, cellar, guest rooms, and master bedroom.

Finally, the two stopped next to the spiral staircase on the first floor.

Qin Hao took a heavy brass spare key out of his pocket and handed it to Little Red Riding Hood.

He turned around, his deep gaze fixed on the stunningly beautiful fairytale heroine in the red cloak before him, his voice low and imposing:

"Little Red Riding Hood, keep this bunch of keys safe."

"From this day forward, you will be my one and only personal maid. Your life, your very being, everything belongs to me."

Qin Hao leaned down slightly, looking into her moist eyes.

"Do you understand?"

Little Red Riding Hood gripped the key that still held Qin Hao's warmth tightly, her heart pounding wildly.

She raised her head, meeting Qin Hao's gaze, and without flinching, spoke with utmost seriousness:

"I understand, Master. I will do my best to accomplish this."