Three kids!!!

Ning Jiao awakens to find herself in an unfamiliar, but humble abode. She rubs the back of her aching head and notices a child tugging at her dress. Befuddled, she is about to speak when suddenly, a memory of the former original owner's life triggers her reaction. Ning Jiao has transmigrated to the 1980s, an era where food is scarce and life is grueling.

She finds herself in Gusi Village, D Province, south China, where the original body owner, whom she shares a name with lives. As she comes to terms with her new reality, she begins to learn more about the original owner's life.

Married to Han Qihai at the tender age of 17, Ning Jiao's husband is a soldier, serving his country. However, he is absent most of the time, leaving Ning Jiao to deal with his mother and sister in-laws who suppress her at every turn.

Ning Jiao's violent temperament does not help matters. She was never good at calmly finding solutions to problems and would resort to being loud and confrontational as a means of communication. Even in her own family, she was not welcomed.

And even though they were supposed to be his closest relatives, his family never truly cared for him; all they seemed to be interested in was his salary. Despite being his wife, the original owner never had any money of her own, as she was constantly overshadowed by her in-laws at home. However, whenever the original owner's husband came to visit, everyone in the household suddenly put on airs and treated her and her children like royalty. Despite this, she is committed to caring for the three children of the original owner of the body she now possesses.

After learning of the money maker's injury, the family quickly split up, leaving the mother and children to fend for themselves in a sparse thatched house with little food. Fortunately, before the her husband returned to the military when he came last winter he secretly gave the her some money to buy things that her and the children will need.

Despite this, she is willing to treat me and the original owner's children like her own. She ensures that they are well-fed, clothed, and educated without any worries. She even has a space of her own with everything she needs, so taking care of them is never a hassle.

Ning Jiao gazed at her youngest daughter, who looked to be no more than two years old but was actually four years old, and sighed. "Boohoo, mother is hungry."

"There, there," she comforted. "Mother will feed you now."

"Zisheng, come and play with your brother and sister. I will go cook some food," she called out to her eldest son.

"Okay, mother. You go and do your thing. I will help you watch the children."

Ning Jiao smiled as she watched the four-year-old boy take charge. She rubbed the top of his head before she headed to the kitchen. But when she arrived, she was baffled by the situation. There was nothing to eat, and the kitchen itself looked like it needed a good cleaning. But she didn't give it much thought and started cooking.

It was just a simple meal, so she quickly gathered some ingredients she found in the space, cleaned the pot, turned on the gas stove to heat the pot, and prepared to fry the ingredients in oil. She took up the kitchen knife and cut the chopped green onions with a few swift strokes, tossing the pieces into the oil.

The tantalizing aroma of chopped green onions fried in hot oil soon hit everyone's nostrils. "Smells good!" Zimo, who was playing with Shishi's fingers, looked up to find the source of the aroma. He found that it was his mother who was cooking and hesitated, glancing at his brother for permission to join her in the kitchen.

Zisheng nodded in agreement, so Zimo happily went to the kitchen. Ning Jiao didn't look back as she put chopped tomatoes into another pan and started stir-frying. She grabbed a spoon and added some salt she'd prepared earlier, then turned her head to see Zimo. When she saw him, she smiled slightly. "Hungry?"

Zimo nodded. He was truly famished. Ning Jiao reassured him, saying that the food would be ready in just a minute.

When the tomatoes were cooked, Ning Jiao took the water from the thermos pot and poured it into the pan, figuring that it was almost enough. She covered the pot and waited for the water to start boiling.

Next, she dug out half a bowl of flour with a bowl and set it aside for later use. Then she found another small pot, cleaned it, and put it on another stove. She was ready to fry some steamed buns that she'd taken from the space.

Ning Jiao's movements were crisp and neat, skillful, and even full of beauty. Zimo was enchanted as he watched her making steamed buns and mixing the noodles into small lumps for the pot. She looked calm and orderly, without blinking an eye, and he couldn't help but be completely attracted.

It was the first time that Zimo had seen cooking as something so good-looking, as if there was an inexplicable attraction that drew him in closer.

In less than 20 minutes, Ning Jiao prepared the rice and mixed a lot of soup, so she simply put the pot on the dining table. Han Zimo pursed his lips and reached out to touch the temperature of the pot, but Ning Jiao stopped him. "Don't touch it, it's very hot. You should wash your hands quickly and get ready to eat."

Boss and Second turned around immediately and went to wash their hands, their footsteps a little hurried. After the children washed their hands and came to the table, they immediately picked up their spoons and started eating. Ning Jiao just looked on, helping the youngest shishi while eating by herself.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the sound of eating. No one said a word. After they finished eating, Zisheng spoke up. "Mother, it's so delicious. Why wasn't your previous cooking this yummy?"

"Because I used to be a muddhead, that's why. But if you want to eat such delicious food like this every day, you need to keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, if other people find out, they'll be jealous of you guys. Okay?"

They all agreed not to tell anyone. Ning Jiao told them to wash their hands and take a nap. Zisheng and Zimo wanted to argue that they wanted to go outside, but when they saw their mother's stern eyes, they kept quiet and went to their room obediently. Ning Jiao took her youngest daughter to wash up and headed to bed herself since she was very tired from the day's activities.