This toilet… it matched modern toilet technology.

In her memory, these were the blueprints the original owner had brought out when building the house.

Not only the toilet, but the wardrobe at home was also a modern-style wardrobe, with two doors.

One door opened to two levels, with clothes hung on the top and pants hung on the bottom.

The first door still held clothes, but they were longer garments.

The second door had five shelves, each capable of holding neatly folded clothes, fabrics, bed linens, and so on.

She had noticed it yesterday when she was getting clothes after her shower, but because it was a wardrobe that appeared in the original owner’s memories, she didn’t pay much attention at the time.

But now, she remembered that the house was filled with a modern touch.

Squat toilet, wardrobe, shoe cabinet, and even coat hangers and pant hangers.

These were all blueprints the original owner had taken to the carpenter for custom work.

But where did the original owner get these blueprints? There were no memories of these blueprints in the original owner’s mind.

Could it be that, like the fashion design sketches in the notebook, these blueprints were also things the original owner didn’t bother to remember, so she didn’t recall them in her memories?

If that’s the case, Ning Shu couldn’t help but suspect: Could the person who provided these modern-style blueprints to the original owner be another transmigrator?

If so, there were some things Ning Shu didn’t dare to bring out, such as the chocolate Swiss rolls.

Someone would immediately recognize such modern-style pastries.

Ning Shu was never someone to hide when faced with a situation. Just like when her parents divorced and her father left her with her grandmother, she learned to gain sympathy and speak sweetly, getting twice the allowance from her parents.

So, taking the initiative was her way of life.

However, before finding out about the other party, she would be cautious.

Deciding to inquire with Mrs. Lin, Ning Shu headed towards the old house, only to find the door locked.

“Mom… Is Mom there?” Ning Shu called out twice but heard no response.

She thought of checking the fields but realized Mr. Lin would be coming over to fix the chicken coop at noon, so she decided against it.

Back home, Ning Shu checked the time; it was only half-past nine, still early.

She had intended to take the two brothers along to find and pick chestnuts together, but she didn’t know where the chestnut trees were.

So, she decided to make clothes for Yi Bao and Er Bao to pass the time.

They were obedient and well-behaved today, so she was willing to show them extra affection.

Of course, if they misbehaved, she would let them experience what it was like when the original owner was around.

“San Bao, sit here and play. I’ll go get the clothes,” Ning Shu spread the bedsheet that Brothers had lain on yesterday under the eaves and let San Bao sit on it.

The ground was flat, so San Bao wouldn’t get hurt. “Be good, I’ll be right back.”

“Good…” San Bao elongated the word with a smile. As soon as he was on the bedsheet, he rolled over. San Bao loved rolling over.

Seeing that he wasn’t crying, Ning Shu went to the room and took out a bunch of clothes.

Last night, under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, she couldn’t see clearly and didn’t inspect carefully. Now, while picking clothes, she found quite a few garments made of old-fashioned fabric, such as short-sleeved and long-sleeved T-shirts, as well as dresses and pinafore skirts.

These clothes were all hand-sewn, and from the way they were sewn and hemmed, it was evident that the person who made them was very skilled at sewing.

But not only did the original owner not know how to sew, she also had no memories related to these clothes.

Ning Shu didn’t dwell on it and decided to ask Mrs. Lin about it at noon.

She picked up two gray T-shirts; one wasn’t enough to make tops for both children.

Ning Shu walked to the door, where she saw San Bao crawling around on the bedsheet, his little bottom sticking up as he hummed and hawed.

The crotch of his pants was a bit too big, and some seams were coming loos

Ning Shu turned around and fetched a black T-shirt.

Who said San Bao could wait a bit because he could wear his brother’s clothes? No, there was no time to waste.

If the older brothers got new pants, San Bao must have them too. However, work pants weren’t soft and suitable for an 11-month-old baby.

Cotton fabric was better.

“Mom…” San Bao lifted his little head, revealing a charming six-tooth smile.

“San Bao, I’m making new pants for you today. Boys need to protect themselves too,” Ning Shu took off her shoes and sat down beside San Bao.

“If someone tries to take off your pants, you shouldn’t let them, okay?”

San Bao blinked; he understood pants, but not his mother’s words.

“Forget it. When Yi Bao comes back, I’ll ask him to teach you,” she admitted her impatience.

“Mom…” San Bao crawled to the empty space, rolled over, and looked at his mother, waiting for her praise.

However, although San Bao’s mother couldn’t understand his meaning, she saw that San Bao was playing by himself and didn’t disturb her while she made clothes.

She mechanically praised, “San Bao is great.”

San Bao’s eyes lit up, then he quickly rolled over again, saying, “Mom…”

“San Bao is great.”

“Mom…”

“San Bao is great…”

“Mom…”

“San Bao is great…”

As Ning Shu kept praising him, she didn’t hear San Bao’s voice anymore.

When she turned to look at him, she saw that he was lying on his back, sleeping soundly. This little one got up around the same time as the working folks, which was around six o’clock.

Considering it was almost ten now, it was indeed early. A good nap would be nice.

Ning Shu fetched a piece of clothing to cover San Bao’s little belly and began to concentrate on making clothes.

With no one to disturb her, Ning Shu’s speed increased. Making clothes was simpler than making pants, so within an hour, she had made clothes for both babies and pants for San Bao.

The speed was due to the small size of the clothes, good daylight, and her proficiency. Cutting and sewing were done in one go, without the need for measurements, modifications, or calculations.

After finishing the clothes, Ning Shu saw San Bao still sleeping. She didn’t wake him up and went straight to cooking.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for her to cook once San Bao woke up.

There were two portions of onion-roasted crucian carp on the app that hadn’t been taken out, but since the crucian carp had no origin, they couldn’t be taken out today.

They could be taken out tomorrow after returning from the county hospital. She would just say they were bought from a state-owned restaurant; anyway, no one would go to a state-owned restaurant to verify.

As for lunch… let’s have stir-fried rice cakes, stir-fried rice cakes with Chinese cabbage and cured meat, and make some egg and green onion soup.

When she was in high school, when she got tired during the evening self-study sessions, she often ate like this in the school’s small canteen.

It wasn’t just her; many classmates ate like this at that time.

However, stir-fried rice cakes were quick to make, and they had to be eaten hot to be delicious, so she had to wait for the two treasures to come back before she could make them. She prepared the ingredients first.

But before she could finish preparing the ingredients, she heard the voices of the two brothers outside.

“Mom? Mooom! We’re back.”

Ning Shu went out of the kitchen to see that Yi Bao and Er Bao were carrying chestnuts.

“How come you’re back so early?” It wasn’t time for dinner yet.

Yi Bao didn’t dare to say he was worried about San Bao.

Originally, he had decided to come back late at night, but he while picking chestnuts he remember San Bao.

When he remembered, it was already this time, so he immediately came back with Er Bao carrying chestnuts. “We’re hungry.” He lied somewhat guiltily.

Ning Shu thought they had breakfast early, so they would get hungry easily. “Wait a moment, it’ll be ready soon.” She hurried into the kitchen to stir-fry the rice cakes.

Outside, Yi Bao and Er Bao were tired from picking chestnuts all morning, so they decided to lie down next to their little brother.

Under the eaves, they didn’t need to bask in the sun; it was very cool. As a result, they saw two sets of children’s clothes placed there.

There was a big difference between adult clothes and children’s clothes, which was obvious at a glance.

Yi Bao was quick with his words and actions. “These are children’s clothes, right?”

Seeing them, he curiously picked them up and compared them to his own clothes. “Bro, they’re the same size as ours.”

“Mm.” Er Bao responded, his gaze resting on the clothes, but he didn’t move.

“This is pants.” Yi Bao found a pair of pants in the clothes and stood up to compare them.

“Too small, we can’t wear them.”

“Mm.” Er Bao responded again, looking at the sleeping San Bao, feeling a bit hopeful.

Mother had given them new pants in the morning, and now there were clothes the same size as theirs. Were these for them too?

“Brother, are these new clothes that Mother made for us?” Unlike Yi Bao, who kept his thoughts to himself, Er Bao was more expressive.

He thought about it and asked.

“I don’t know,” Yi Bao said.

Were they for them? They must be. Yi Bao’s heart was rich in thoughts.

Hearing his brother say he didn’t know, Er Bao took the clothes and went barefoot to the kitchen door, asking, “Mother, are the new clothes on the floor for me and Brother?”

He still held the clothes in his hand. Ning Shu, frying rice cakes, said, “Yes, you and Yi Bao should try them on to see if they fit.”

“Okay, I’ll try them on.” Yi Bao turned around and happily shouted to Yi Bao, “Brother, Mother said these clothes are for us, let’s try them on.”

Yi Bao was already listening attentively. Naturally, he heard it too.

He didn’t want to try them on at first, but thinking of how Er Bao looked good in his new pants in the morning and was praised by Mother, he wanted to wear the new clothes and be praised by Mother too.

So, he tried them on with his younger brother.

When the clothes fit well, Yi Bao ran into the kitchen eagerly.

“Mother, do I look good?” He asked Ning Shu excitedly as he wore a long-sleeved T-shirt made of gray old-fashioned cloth.

Ning Shu had made long-sleeved T-shirts for the two boys.

Although it was still hot in September, it would gradually cool down by the end of the month.

Long-sleeved T-shirts would be more suitable; they could roll up the sleeves when it was hot and pull them down when it was cold.

“Very handsome,” Ning Shu replied without hesitation.

She felt that hesitating even for a second would be a slight to Yi Bao.

With Yi Bao’s personality, there was no way he wouldn’t look good.

“Really? Am I as pretty as Mother?” Yi Bao asked again, but the corners of his mouth were already curled up to his ears, clearly wanting to hear more praise from Mother.

“That’s definitely not the case,” Ning Shu said with a mischievous tone.

“Huh?” Yi Bao’s smile slowly faded, as if he had been struck.

“Mother, you said this morning that I was as pretty as you.” His voice was full of infinite grievance.

Sob… Wasn’t he as pretty as Mother anymore?

Ning Shu said, “Because this morning’s Yi Bao was a clean and tidy baby, but now Yi Bao’s hands are still dirty and not washed.”

The little bees had just come back with chestnuts and hadn’t washed their hands yet.

They thought picking chestnuts was not the same as digging vegetables, so they didn’t need to wash their hands. Yi Bao’s disappointed mood immediately became lively again.

“I’ll go wash my hands right away.” He picked up a ladle, scooped some water from the wooden bucket, and went out to wash his hands.

Er Bao, who had been silent the whole time, also followed him out, waiting for Mother’s praise.

After not even two minutes, the two brothers came back in. This time, Yi Bao ran ahead.

“Mother…” As soon as he entered the kitchen, he called out before Er Bao, but he blushed after just one call, like Er Bao, wanting to ask Mother if he looked good, but too embarrassed to ask.

Through their brief interactions yesterday and today, Ning Shu naturally understood Yi Bao’s character. As a little kid and the older brother, he was starting to become sensible at this age, forcing himself to be steady.

As this steady character gradually formed, his inner innocence was also hidden in a corner.

In fact, Yi Bao was like her when she was young.

Dependent on others, unloved by her parents, she also forced herself to be sensible and hardworking.

She would follow her grandmother to the fields, help her grandmother cook, and wash clothes for her grandmother.

The difference was that she wasn’t as young as Yi Bao back then, and there was no one below her to take care of.

Although her grandmother didn’t favor her, she never hit or scolded her, and she wouldn’t withhold food from her.

“Whose child is this? He’s so handsome.”

Ning Shu teased. Yi Bao, who was nervous, heard Mother’s words.

Although his cheeks were even redder, his eyes were brighter.

“I… I’m Mother’s S-son.” His voice was timid, but very clear.

“So you’re from my family. No wonder this handsome boy looks so familiar. It turns out you’re my Yi Bao.” Teasing kids was fun, especially shy ones like Yi Bao.

Yi Bao grinned, showing a shy smile.

“Mother, what about me? Am I as handsome as Brother? I’m from your family too.” Er Bao couldn’t wait to ask.

This kid, who yesterday wanted to be as pretty as her, now wanted to be as handsome as his brother.

Er Bao was truly capricious.

“Very handsome, you and your brother look the same. If your brother is handsome, you must be too.”

“Of course, I’m as handsome as Brother.” Er Bao was delighted.

But… His little nose twitched. “Mother, what are you… Oh, this is meat, the meat we had yesterday with cabbage.” He saw the farmhouse sausage.

“Yes, it’s meat. Go wake up San Bao and play outside for a while. We’ll have lunch soon.” Ning Shu said.

Thinking that they could eat meat for lunch today, the two boys were especially happy. The fried rice cakes weren’t ready yet, so Ning Shu heated another pot and poured in the leftover sweet potato porridge San Bao had in the morning to heat up.

She and the two boys could eat fried rice cakes, but Er Bao was only 11 months old, and rice cakes would be hard for him to digest.

Fortunately, the sweet potato porridge he had left over in the morning was still there.

He had only taken two bites, so heating up the rest for his lunch would be enough.

She would scrape an apple for him later. “Mother, what are you doing? It smells so good!”