After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

He left those words behind and turned to go to the Liu family's house.

Li Jiang wanted to return it, but the aroma of oysters wafted into his nose, and for some reason, he took the basin back.

Chen Hehua was carrying dishes out of the kitchen when she saw the oysters in his hand and laughed, "Did Commander Su send these over? I wonder how Xiao Lin makes them? He makes everything taste so good."

Seeing the familiarity between his mother and the neighbors, Li Jiang nodded slightly.

His wife had never liked islands or the local food, so at the dinner table, Li Jiang tried giving her an oyster.

Wang Rou paused with her chopsticks, then gracefully picked up the oyster meat and placed it in her bowl.

Seeing that his wife seemed to like it, Li Jiang was delighted and put a few more on her plate, carefully peeling the oyster meat out of them.

Chen Hehua pouted. Her son seemed to lose his mind whenever he was around Wang Rou; it was simply unbearable to watch.

Her son takes care of his wife, and she takes care of her grandson.

Li Xuan picked up an oyster for her and whispered, "Grandma, the broth inside the shell is delicious too."

Chen Hehua squinted and whispered, "Your mother is ignorant, and your father is mentally challenged. Don't tell them."

Li Jiang: "..."

He could hear everything, no matter how big a table could be.

Fearing his wife would be unhappy, he coughed, and Li Xuan immediately stopped smiling and lowered his head to eat.

Meanwhile, at the Ma family's house, the children almost came to blows over the last oyster.

With a wave of his hand, Ma Daniu swallowed the last oyster.

Ma Xiaodong, Ma Xiaonan, and Ma Xiaobei were stunned for a moment, then burst into tears.

Liu Chunhua punched Ma Daniu twice hard. "You're taking food from the child?"

Ma Daniu stood up and moved aside, saying, "There's only one left, and it's hard to divide. Can't I help?"

Ma Xiaodong sobbed, "We can each take a bite."

"..."

Liu Chunhua snapped, "Alright, alright, your dad's already eaten, let's eat!"

"Waaah..."

The three little ones cried while shoveling rice into their mouths.

The sound of crying reached Lin Zhilan's ears. She frowned slightly and asked Su Lang, "Should we go and see?"

Jiang Chengzhou said, "No need to go, they'll probably just steal our food and get beaten up again."

The thought of three boys sent chills down Lin Zhilan's spine.

However, there's also a simpleton in her family, so no one should criticize anyone else.

After they had eaten for a while, Lin Zhilan told the two children to take a bath first.

Linlin was tired today and fell into a deep sleep without much coaxing.

Lin Zhilan went to Jiang Chengzhou's room and knocked on the door. "Chengzhou, may I come in?"

"Can."

He had been sitting with his legs crossed, but upon hearing the knock on the door, he immediately lay down straight.

Aunt.

"Hmm," Lin Zhilan patted his head, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

"A little bit," Jiang Chengzhou said, holding up his little finger, "just a tiny bit."

Lin Zhilan chuckled, took his hand, and massaged his acupoints.

Jiang Chengzhou, who is usually very talkative, suddenly fell silent and stared quietly at his aunt.

Jiang Chengzhou's memories of his mother are somewhat hazy.

He was only four years old when his mother passed away. He only remembered that his mother was in poor health and always lay in bed. Occasionally, when she was in better condition, she would gently touch his head.

At this moment, my aunt's hand seemed to overlap with my mother's hand in my memory, warm and reliable.

Lin Zhilan massaged the acupoints for a while, then asked softly, "Does Aunt Chunhua across the street often beat the children?"

"Yes, often."

Jiang Chengzhou thought that his aunt was much gentler than Ma Xiaobei's mother, and she would never hit a child.

The next second, Lin Zhilan said in a sinister tone, "Next time you eat without restraint, I'm going to beat you up too."

Jiang Chengzhou glanced at his aunt with a betrayed look in his eyes, then silently shrank his head under the covers.

Su Lang had just finished washing the dishes when he saw his wife come out of his nephew's room with a smile.

He couldn't help but laugh. "What did you say to that brat?"

Lin Zhilan looked at him.

The man had an attractive face, with handsome and deep-set eyes.

Because he had just been washing dishes, the sleeves of his dark green military uniform were rolled up, revealing his muscular, well-defined forearms.

No wonder...

Lin Zhilan said, "I ran into Huang Ying and Jiang Xiaohong when I went to the supply and marketing cooperative today."

"Who?"

"..."

So he didn't even know who the other person was.

"It's nothing." Lin Zhilan suddenly felt that she had asked the wrong question.

Su Lang lowered his eyes, keeping those two names in his heart for the time being, and followed his wife to the kitchen.

The weather on the island is hot, and the fresh pork that Liu Chunhua sent would spoil if it wasn't cooked at night.

Lin Zhilan wanted to stir-fry the meat into a sauce first, and then use it to make noodles for breakfast the next morning.

With Su Lang around, Lin Zhilan only needed to do the last step; he would take care of everything else.

Just as the minced meat sauce was ready, Jiang Chengzhou appeared at the kitchen door, peering suspiciously through the door and asking, "Auntie, did you secretly make something delicious for Uncle?"

Su Lang patted him on the shoulder, "Jiang Chengzhou, how come I never knew you were such a glutton?"

Jiang Chengzhou tiptoed to look into the bowl, and Su Lang deliberately lowered her head so he could smell it. Then she covered it with a cover and put it in the kitchen cabinet.

"Stop looking at this! It's for making noodles tomorrow. Go to sleep!"

Jiang Chengzhou sighed in disappointment and returned to his room, looking back every few steps.

Once again, only the two of them remained in the living room.

Lin Zhilan and Su Lang locked eyes, and Lin Zhilan's heart skipped a beat as she was startled by his burning gaze.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Seeing her run away, Su Lang smiled slightly and went to get his own change of clothes.

When Lin Zhilan came out of the shower, she was caught off guard and bumped into a firm chest.

"Ugh..." she exclaimed, instinctively backing away, but the man grabbed her waist.

"Why are you running?" Su Lang's voice was hoarse as he pulled the person closer to him in that position.

He had just finished showering and was only wearing a military green vest, his body still damp.

"Su Lang..." Lin Zhilan called him softly, her ears slightly burning.

"I'll just give you a hug."

Su Lang carefully traced the woman's flushed cheeks, moist red lips, and... her collarbone still glistening with water droplets.

The troops sounded their lights-out signal in unison, and soon all the lights went out, leaving only darkness.

The darkness became Su Lang's best cover. The moment the lights went out, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he lowered his head.

He first gently touched the corner of her lips, and seeing that she did not resist, he moved deeper.

It was an urgent, passionate kiss.

The surrounding air began to feel thick and humid, and Lin Zhilan felt her heart pounding abnormally. The intimate sounds of their kissing were almost burning her body.

She even suspected that if the man's hand hadn't been supporting her, she would have collapsed long ago.

Su Lang held his wife's slender waist tightly, as if embracing a cloud. She was sweet and soft, so soft that his chest almost collapsed, just so he could pull her into his arms.