Food blogger Meng Zhao woke up one day to find herself transmigrated into the body of a wicked sister-in-law in a male-oriented novel.
Facing the "Dragon King" male protagonist, who w...
Shen Qinghe pulled the cart the whole way. Meng Zhao was worried that he would be tired and wanted to switch with him, but he refused.
"It's alright, sister-in-law, the things aren't heavy, I can handle it myself."
Meng Zhao would occasionally push the cart off to give him a break. Once they entered Gujia Village, someone recognized them.
"Isn't this Lan Ying? It's been so long since we last met! Oh my, why are you bringing so many things back to your parents' home?"
The truck was loaded with ten kilograms of rice, ten kilograms of flour, a basket of eggs, a whole pig's hind leg, two pieces of cured meat, two kilograms of sugar, several pieces of cloth, two jars of wine, peanuts and melon seeds, and several packets of snacks.
The other items were bought by Gu Shi with her own money yesterday; the rice, flour, and eggs were added by Meng Zhao this morning when loading the cart.
These are things we always keep at home and don't need. Since we've come all this way, it's good to bring some practical items.
Madam Gu greeted acquaintances with a smile. When she arrived at the Gu family courtyard, the old lady was already sitting there.
She doesn't usually go out, but today, for some reason, she felt stuffy inside and wanted to go out for a look. So she asked her son to set up a deck chair in the yard before going out so she could sit and bask in the sun.
She saw a few people walking towards her from afar. Her eyesight was poor, so she couldn't see them clearly, but she vaguely heard her daughter's voice.
"Lan Ying, is my Lan Ying back?"
When Gu saw her mother, tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed into the courtyard.
"Mother, it's me, I'm back."
The old woman stroked her daughter's face with trembling hands, tears streaming down her face, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
Madam Gu hurriedly called Meng Zhao and the others over, "Mother, come and see, this is Qing'an's wife, you haven't met her yet."
"Hello, Grandmother." Meng Zhao greeted her with a smile.
"Good, good, Qing'an's daughter-in-law, sob sob, my eldest grandson, it really breaks my heart." The old lady was so emotional that she could hardly speak properly. Gu Shi quickly stepped forward to comfort her, and the mother and daughter hugged each other.