If you want to survive after transmigrating, become the male protagonist's new mother.

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As the eldest son, Ollie never dared to look his father in the eye.

Because he was afraid to see the depth in his father's eyes, his father's eyes were the thing he feared most in his life.

His father's praise was the praise he wanted to hear most in his life.

Inside the tent, Ollie remained motionless, still holding the curtain up.

Because between Pei Yuening and Luo Ren, it seemed as if there was a Milky Way separating them.

Even though they were searching on their own, Ollie felt that something was amiss.

Lin Huaijin and Ryan, who were behind him, noticed that he hadn't moved for a while, so they peeked out and asked, "What's wrong?"

Pei Yuening blushed and forced a smile as she turned around: "Uh...you're here."

Ryan smiled as soon as he saw Pei Yuening: "Ning..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Luo Ren on the other side.

Then the smile vanished abruptly.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty the Duke."

Lin Huaijin nodded politely: "Your Grace, Duke."

Luo Renchong and the others nodded: "Yes."

Ollie noticed Ryan's expression, shifted slightly, and stood in front of him, saying, "Father."

He cleared his throat and went into the tent.

"What are you looking for?"

"Ingredients for dinner."

"Okay, I'll help you." Ollie stepped forward and asked, "What do you need?"

"Ask him," Luo Ren said, looking at Pei Yuening.

Pei Yuening replied, "The ingredients don't matter, just take whatever you want to eat."

Lin Huaijin raised an eyebrow: "You're cooking tonight?"

Pei Yuening chuckled: "No, it's not that. Cooking for so many people is too tiring, so we're having hot pot for dinner."

Ollie paused for a moment: "The kind you get at noon?"

"Um."

As Pei Yuening spoke, she lowered her head and pretended to rummage through something to hide the redness in her ears that hadn't completely faded.

Ollie, standing beside Ryan, bent down to rummage through another box: "Where's the pot? Do we still need a crucible?"

"That won't do... Teacher He is here. Anyway, anything except the crucible is fine."

"OK."

As he spoke, Pei Yuening found a small jar of salt, pepper, and a packet that looked like dried spices.

He opened it and smelled it; it was a common seasoning mixed with rosemary.

It's not a big problem, it'll do.

The four of them rummaged through the supply tent for about fifteen minutes and finally managed to gather something usable.

Luo Ren stood up: "It seems there's no oil left."

He remembered that Pei Yuening had used it when she cooked at the Duke's mansion.

Pei Yuening: "..."

His gaze reluctantly shifted to a piece of human flesh in the corner.

There's nothing we can do.

He sighed, "It's okay, this one will do."

"it is good."

There was no need for the knights to worry about these things; the four little ones naturally took on the task of moving the goods.

Luo Ren walked beside Pei Yuening with his hands behind his back, trying to help several times, but was glared at each time.

Inside the main tent.

Xin Tong looked down at Juan Juan in her arms, humming a song softly while gently patting its back.

Pei Yuening put down her things and approached.

"You're back."

Xin Tong looked up and smiled at him, carefully handing Juan Juan back to his arms: "It's sleeping so soundly. It turned over once in the middle of the night, but then went back to sleep."

"She's just been born, she's sleeping well." Pei Yuening took Juanjuan from him.

The little guy was shaken and let out a whimper.

Pei Yuening's lips unconsciously curved into a smile: "Thank you, Your Highness."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Xin Tong stood up and patted her clothes. "This is also my first time holding an ancient dragon... It's quite novel."

Lin Huaijin lifted the curtain and walked in.

In an instant, Xin Tong's eyes lit up: "Oh my good baby!!"

She took two steps forward, hugged Lin Huaijin tightly, kissing and nuzzling her: "My good baby, my good baby, Mommy kisses you—my dear, I've missed you so much these past two days!!"

Lin Huaijin sat expressionlessly in her arms, holding something, his hands too full to refuse.

So, he could only try to resist: "...Mother."

I'm twenty.

"What's wrong with being twenty? You're still Mommy's good baby!" Xin Tong kissed the top of his head hard again before letting go.

Lin Yun stood to the side with a stern face, rolling his eyes.

auv~Good baby~

cut.

Qin Shuxing had already come closer.

"Wow, you guys found quite a complete set of things!"

He squatted beside the iron pot, rubbing his hands together, his eyes shining: "How do we eat it? How do we eat it? Just boil it?"

"Your Majesty, please don't rush," Pei Yuening gently placed Juanjuan on the soft cushion beside him. "Let's boil some water first."

He placed the pot on a makeshift stone platform in the middle of the tent: "Please lend me your fire magic."

"Okay." Qin Shuxing stretched out her finger and gently touched the bottom of the pot.

A large cluster of flames suddenly shot out, like a volcanic eruption, almost burning the pot through.

"It's too big!!"

"Oh, oh, report just a little bit, report just a little bit."

Qin Shuxing took some control and readjusted the controls according to Pei Yuening's requirements.

"Will this work?"

Pei Yuening nodded: "Okay."

Next, he began preparing the broth.

The conditions at lunchtime were rather basic; it was good enough to have something to eat at all.

But things are different now.

He had to make a proper tomato stew, otherwise it would be a disservice to his stomach, which had been hungry for so long.

Everything is ready.

Pei Yuening reluctantly picked up the piece of pork and human flesh, suppressing her disgust, and used it to render the fat.

Once he had almost finished, he quickly picked it up and put it three meters away.

Next, add ginger slices and sauté until fragrant, then pour in water and mix in spices.

Peel the tomatoes and cut them into two parts.

Cut some into cubes and some into chunks.

The diced tomatoes are pressed into the pot and mashed until they release their juices, and the bright red soup color quickly rises to the surface.

Qin Shuxing squatted down beside her, holding a bowl and looking on longingly, almost drooling with envy.

"Are you done?"

"No, Your Majesty."

"And now?"

"...Not yet."

"May I try a bite first?"

"..."

Ye Jiyun couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she made an excuse to take the person away from the stove.

Pei Yuening paid no attention to anything else and focused on tearing the dried shiitake mushrooms into small pieces and throwing them into the pot along with the tomato chunks.

Everything is ready; we need to put the lid on and let it sit for a little while.

Xin Tong had somehow appeared beside him, tilting her head to look at the bubbling broth in the pot: "Little Rose, are you cooking ingredients with tomatoes? Aren't tomatoes a fruit?"

"It can also be used for cooking," Pei Yuening said, as she took out the monster meat, placed it on the cutting board, and began to slice it. "It's delicious in soups and stir-fries."

"Oh! I see!" Xin Tong suddenly realized.

She gestured with her chin towards the father and son who were pretending to be strangers on the other side: "I'll cook for you when I get back!"

Their gazes fell simultaneously, and they spoke in unison.

"That's not necessary."

Because Xin Tong's culinary skills are far below those of ordinary chefs in the country.

You can imagine how vicious it was.

It's almost time.

Pei Yuening lifted the lid.

In an instant, a wave of heat, carrying a sweet and sour, intense aroma, swept through the entire camp.

The flavors are rich and layered, starting with the mellow sweet and sour taste of tomatoes sautéed in oil, followed by the unique freshness of dried shiitake mushrooms after soaking.

The flavors of the mixed spices are submerged at the bottom, yet they still have a unique taste.

Qin Shuxing immediately let out a sharp scream: "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

"Give me a sip! Give me a sip! Give me a sip!!"

Xin Tong bent down and delivered an epic lunge.

Lin Yunjin almost appeared in a flash: "Wait, what's that smell?!"

Qi Zhiyue barely came to her senses.

She coughed lightly twice, and involuntarily glanced at He Shuming: "I said..."

"If it were me, I would also dare to risk being scolded by you and steal food using the crucible."

He Shuming: "..."

She shifted her gaze: "One thing at a time."

Pei Yuening placed the pot lid aside and picked up a ladle to stir the bottom of the pot.

The tomatoes have mostly dissolved during stewing, and the flavors have all blended into a delicious bowl.

OK, perfect.

He started experimenting with cooking meat, making hot pot tutorials as he went.

"These slices of meat can be eaten after being cooked in the pot."

He laid out the prepared dipping sauce: "If you like strong flavors, dip it in this; if you prefer a lighter taste, just eat it plain."

"Okay!"

They were dealt with.

Pei Yuening set up another pot and poured half of the soup base over there.

"What's wrong?" Ye Jiyun asked.

Pei Yuening stuck out her tongue at him: "We kids sit at one table."

Ye Jiyun sighed helplessly, "Haha, fine."

Ryan pursed his lips and glanced at him.

He knew Pei Yuening was thinking of him, because having dinner at the same table as Duke Luo would make him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Sure enough, Pei Yuening smiled at him and said, "Ryan, come on."

Ryan smiled brightly: "Okay."

Lin Huaijin ate his own food, while Ollie grumbled to himself.

Curly, who was sitting on the soft cushion next to him, sniffed and suddenly opened his eyes.

Then came a loud, childlike shout—

"What delicious food is this?!"