She was the poor little thing someone had brought home from the battlefield. With three little ones in tow, she fled famine alongside the villagers of Lijia Village.
But who knew she was a wealthy woman with a pocket dimension and supplies in hand?
Li Yuanxi: "You're not our mother, and you're not even our stepmother."
She brought out a fragrant roast chicken.
Li Yuanxi immediately took his two younger brothers over to fawn on her and call her Mother.
The twin brothers: "You're useless, greedy, and lazy. You're not worthy of our father, who fought on the battlefield for our country and people."
She brought out soft, plump steamed buns with a milky aroma.
The twin brothers stared at them, drooling. "Worthy, worthy, absolutely perfect, the perfect match!"
