After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

The dishes in the kitchen are very limited.

There were only a few Yanba vegetable leaves in the basket.

Fortunately, there are still a few fresh eggs.

Therefore, Jiang Wancheng made a stir-fry with vegetables and eggs, then kneaded the dough to make a pot of noodles, and soaked them in cold boiling water.

After carrying the noodles and marinade into the main room, she went to the yard to collect the washed clothes.

Then I looked around and finally found some needlework.

Jiang Wancheng first mended all the dirty clothes.

Although the smell was really off-putting, she couldn't bear to wear out the crooked things he had sewn for her.

After repairing it, he quickly threw it aside.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wancheng cut out the crookedly sewn earthworms on the clean clothes, and then re-sewed them for him from beginning to end.

In fact, since she arrived at Zhuangzi, she has already made two sets of clothes for each of the three brothers and sisters.

Inside and out, from socks to shoes.

When I had nothing to do every day, I would do some female prostitutes, have some sex, and read some books. In ancient times, the things that women in ancient boudoirs could do to kill time were really limited.

Therefore, things naturally get better and better.

Tingfeng was shocked once when he saw the clothes made by Jiang Wancheng.

"Girl, when will you do this?"

In the past, in the Jiang family, girls would indeed wear some knots, because they were more interesting, and they could be hung on clothes for decoration, and they could also be used to decorate things when going out.

But the girl’s female celebrity has always been terrible!

Nowadays, not only can we make clothes, but we can also make them so well?

"This is better than what Musk Yue did back then..."

Tingfeng quickly retracted her words and almost bit her own tongue.

"Girl, I didn't mean to mention...her."

Jiang Wancheng didn't care.

He just ignored it and explained: "When I lived in Qingyang, I went to the embroidery village to work as a female worker for a period of time."

Tingfeng naturally thought that Jiang Wancheng was inspired there and learned it steadily.

Little did she know that Jiang Wancheng had really suffered from embroidery skills in his previous life. He learned the skills in order to become self-reliant and to escape from Zhang Hexuan's grasp.

Although she did not use this skill in her last life, she is full of confidence in it in this life.

She wants to find her last life's female master, Li Chunjun Li, so that she can avoid the disaster that is destined to happen to her, and maybe it can also help her to reach a higher level in her career.

Li Sigui is still wandering around the dock recently, so there should be news soon.

The candle flames flickered.

Perhaps it had been a while since she had been a female celebrity in such a dark environment. Jiang Wancheng felt his eyes were a little blurry before he finished the work in hand.

She rubbed her eyes, and the clothes in her hands suddenly became empty.

Jiang Wancheng was startled. She looked up and saw that Wen Chaoyan had returned without knowing it and was standing behind her.

Jiang Wancheng was a little surprised and a little scared.

"When did you come back? Oh my god, if I had walked into the wrong yard, wouldn't I have been in the tiger's mouth?"

Wen Chaoyan stretched out his hand to hold her face and sighed helplessly: "If I go wrong, how can your key open my yard?"

Jiang Wancheng: Uh... That makes sense.

She happily reached out and hugged him, "Mr. Wen, you are finally home. If you don't come back, the noodles I make will be lumpy!"

Before Wen Chaoyan entered the house, he saw a dim and dim light inside the house, like a firefly.

He paused at that moment and guessed that she was coming!

She entered the city today. When he saw her in the morning, he was wondering if she would come to the courtyard.

But I didn’t dare to expect too much.

After all, there were so many people around her, and he was afraid that she would be busy and rush back to Zhuangzi and not come.

But deep down in my heart, there is always a faint expectation...

Even though it was already time to leave work, he still hesitated to come back.

Until I saw that firefly.

Wen Chaoyan's heart immediately warmed up.

It seemed that my heart, which had been wandering for months, finally returned to Wushan.

He walked quickly, but did not dare to enter the house too hard.

Seeing that she was concentrating on mending his clothes, she didn't even know he came in.

If this little fool was a bad guy, wouldn't she have been caught?

He was both distressed and happy.

He even stood next to her for a while, reluctant to disturb her from stopping.

It wasn't until she rubbed her eyes that he reached out and snatched it from her.

At this moment, with Wen Xiang Nephrite in his arms, Wen Chaoyan finally found a trace of peace.

"Are you waiting for me to come back and have dinner together? There is no food at home. Can I prepare more next time?"

Jiang Wancheng: "No need. You don't cook often, so buying too much is a waste. I'll take it with me when I come to find you next time."

Jiang Wancheng raised his head, his eyes and lips full of smiles.

Wen Chaoyan tapped the tip of her nose, and they sat down to eat together.

Although it was just braised noodles, Wen Chaoyan ate them very deliciously.

This is the most delicious meal he has had since their separation.

Jiang Wancheng was full after eating less than half of the bowl. There were still a few bowls left, but Wen Chaoyan cleaned them all by himself.

Those big fish and meat, in Wen Chaoyan's heart, are far inferior to this bite of noodles at home.

Sometimes, even a vegetable pancake she baked could make him toss and turn in his sleep at midnight, let alone the other meals she cooked.

Wen Chaoyan ate deliciously, and Jiang Wancheng looked very satisfied.

It's just that when he eats, he is very rude, not even half as dignified as the children of the aristocratic family in the past.

Jiang Wancheng looked at him, his eyes red as he looked at him.

"Brother Wulang, eat slowly. If you're not full yet, I'll make it for you again, okay?"

Wen Chaoyan held the chopsticks for a moment. He looked up at her and his voice trembled slightly: "You called me...what?"

Jiang Wancheng tilted his head, and with a slight smile, a tear fell from his cheek.

"Brother Wulang. I remember everything."

Remember the Wen family.

Remember the Jiang family.

I remember Wen Chaoyan's mother, that cheerful, crisp, and beautiful aunt.

I remember Wen Chaoyan's father, that unyielding yet gentle and firm general.

Remembering the brothers of the Wen family, including her former fiancé, the gentle, considerate and good-looking Wen family Shiro.

Of course, I also remember my mother, that eccentric woman who was full of motherly love and tolerance towards her.

And those from the Jiang family.

Even the night when I was betrayed by She Yue and Nanny Chu, how I was kidnapped and exiled to Wushan, I remember everything, not a single thing is missing.

The moment he remembered all this, Jiang Wancheng understood.

It turned out that the original owner she had been thinking about in her heart was actually herself.

And she is not a real time traveler.

Because she remembered her mother's pregnancy in October that year and the entire process of giving birth to her.

I also remember my happy childhood, my troubled childhood, and my lonely teenage years.

She guessed that maybe she had the so-called fetal transfusion, right?