Why Flee Famine? My Reborn Mother-in-Law Takes Me to the Mountains for a Feast

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[Deep mountains + drought + everyday family life]

Jiang Wanwan is hit by a car and sent flying. When she opens her eyes, she’s lying in a man’s arms.

The next second, someone catches them in bed and accuses her of stealing her younger sister’s husband.

She’s the other woman?

Before she can figure out what’s going on, another woman rushes in, grabs her hand, and keeps calling out to her.

“Child, you’re the only daughter-in-law my Lu family will ever accept in this life. If anyone dares bully you, I’ll be the first to put a stop to it.

“Don’t worry. You have me.”

Lu Shi’an raises an eyebrow. “Mother, I’m your actual son.”

Lu Shi’an’s reborn mother: “Shut up!

“You short-lived fool. In my last life, they dragged you off to serve as a conscript, and you died before I did.

“What good are you useless sons of mine?

“My Wanwan is more dutiful than all of you. It’s a shame that in the end, that old woman you call your mother dragged her down with her.”

After taking in the original owner’s memories, Jiang Wanwan grabs the woman’s hand. “Don’t worry, Mother. Once a mother, always a mother.”

“You’re the only mother I’ll ever have in this life. I won’t acknowledge any other Tom, Dick, or Harry.”

Good heavens, what kind of spectacle is this? A younger sister frames her older sister and makes her take her place as a bride, then their birth mother catches them in bed.

The mother-in-law steps in to protect the bride who took her sister’s place.

She loves it!

She thought that with a mother-in-law who fiercely protected her, she could just lie flat and coast through life. Who knew natural disasters would keep coming, leaving the people in misery?

First locust plagues, then war.

Damn!

Heaven above, are you messing with me?

With no other choice, she keeps her pocket dimension well hidden and flees the famine. While everyone else goes hungry, she and her mother-in-law feast on delicious food.

But you, her good-for-nothing husband, what are you crouching there staring at?

“You’re my wife. Why shouldn’t I look?”

Damn, you’re feisty.

Here, here. I’ll let you have a bite!