The Female General Dominates All After Transmigration-Chapter 131 - 130: Son Doesn’t Recognize His Mother—and Tricks His Dad
"There’s indeed a lot of fruit. Let’s leave the rest, and I’ll handle the fruit that I’ve brought back for you."
Ling Chengyan said without hesitation, "I’ll leave it up to the instructor to arrange, thank you for your trouble."
Wu Yushu exchanged a glance with the captain opposite him, and their smiles deepened: this one truly understands, listen to those words.
After Ling Chengyan finished confessing her ’mistakes’, she returned home relaxed.
The things she brought back had already been delivered home by Zhang Wanxiang and others.
Wang Liansheng hadn’t returned home from work yet, but as she entered, Ling Chengyan saw Xiaoyu following closely behind Shi Tou, hands lightly hovering around him, watching Shi Tou waddle around a pile of stuff.
Shi Tou already had an orange in his hand, his small hands patting a large pomelo, shouting, "Eat, eat!"
"Shi Tou, look who’s there?" Xiaoyu spotted Ling Chengyan entering, restrained her excitement and joy, and hugged Shi Tou, letting him look at the door.
"Shi Tou!" Ling Chengyan bent down and opened her arms.
Every time before she left home, upon returning, Shi Tou would dive into her arms like a chubby ball, softly calling her Mom. Sometimes, he would even hug her neck and give her a kiss on the cheek.
But this time, Shi Tou looked at her unfamiliar, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned back and dove into Xiaoyu’s arms, "Auntie..."
"Shi Tou, that’s your mom, you said you missed mom..." Xiaoyu reminded him, but little Shi Tou seemed frightened, lying in her arms, unwilling to move or turn around.
Xiaoyu felt a bit awkward hugging Shi Tou, smiled at Ling Chengyan, "Sis, this trip of yours was too long..."
Feeling a bit disappointed, Ling Chengyan stood up, smiled and shook her head, not forcing the fat boy, but couldn’t help sighing, "It has been a while."
This special task took about half a year.
Little Shi Tou was just over a year old, not recognizing after half a year is normal.
"Little heartless one." Ling Chengyan touched Shi Tou’s head, smilingly scolded, and went inside to get the bath ticket.
During these six months, although there were facilities for washing at the station, a hot shower was impossible, one could only boil a pot of hot water to wash the head and wipe the body.
She even doubted if she would have lice.
Returning home, the first thing was to take a hot shower, change into clean and comfortable clothes, and relax properly.
Xiaoyu came in with Shi Tou, placed him on the toddler’s bed, and Ling Chengyan saw the little guy playing with the ceramic horse she had bought, so she leaned over to chat, "Shi Tou, do you like the little horse?"
Shi Tou bowed his head, shyly, and replied gloomily, "Mm."
Ling Chengyan: "Does Shi Tou like real big horses?"
"Like." The little guy looked up, blinking big eyes at Ling Chengyan, full of hope.
Ling Chengyan was overjoyed, pushing further, "Shi Tou, would you like to go horse riding?"
Shi Tou blinked his eyes, a bit in disbelief, "Can I really ride a horse?"
Ling Chengyan nodded, "Of course you can, there’s a horse in the courtyard over there. Let me secretly tell you, I can ride horses too."
Little Shi Tou’s eyes brightened, his small hand grasped Ling Chengyan’s clothes, "Ride horses, Mom take Shi Tou to ride horses."
"Good boy, say it again?!" Ling Chengyan opened her arms but didn’t hug, instead looked encouragingly at Shi Tou.
Shi Tou smiled shyly, then mustered the courage to shout, "Mom!"
"Yes! My good son." Ling Chengyan reached out and hugged little Shi Tou, lifted him high several times, making Shi Tou laugh heartily.
Xiaoyu took out clean clothes for a change, saw this scene, and also relaxed with a laugh.
After being recognized, Shi Tou transformed from refusing to be close, suddenly became sticky, clinging to Ling Chengyan without letting go.
As a result, when Ling Chengyan went to bathe, Xiaoyu brought Shi Tou along, escorted her all the way to the bathroom door, before waving goodbye.
Wang Liansheng came home from work, bringing roasted chicken and stewed chicken giblets, specially acquired for Ling Chengyan.
Wang Liansheng pushed his bike inside, brought the stewed items in, and saw his wife peeling pomelo with their son.
"Entering the gate, so many people with Southern fruits, the wife of Comrade Xing even asked if I wanted to buy some Southern fruits."
Ling Chengyan looked up at him, "Didn’t you buy some?"
"Hey, I guessed it was you returning, so I didn’t buy any." Wang Liansheng chuckled, leaning over to ask his son for some food, "Son, give Dad an orange wedge?"
Shi Tou remained silent, bowing his head to pluck the strands from the orange wedge...
Feeling a bit awkward, Wang Liansheng laughed dryly, just about to get up when unexpectedly an orange wedge was stuffed into his mouth, "Sweet!"
Wang Liansheng grinned, "Sweet, really sweet, of course, the orange from my son is sweet!"
Ling Chengyan couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head: this orange was especially sour, Shi Tou spat out after eating one wedge, unwilling to eat more, always holding it in his small hand, unexpectedly saving it for Wang Liansheng.
Alright, this kid really tricks his dad!
In the evening, guided by Ling Chengyan, they stewed the salted goose she brought back, along with Wang Liansheng’s stewed dishes, making a rich meal.
Ling Chengyan ate the homemade steamed buns, nodded, "The food at home is still the most fragrant."
"Mom, wasn’t the food good when you were out?" Xiaoxing asked curiously.
Ling Chengyan smiled, "It’s not bad, just not used to it. Southerners eat rice, even their buns are different from ours, soft with no chewiness..."
Since coming back, Xiaoyu had been pestering Ling Chengyan, asking her to talk about the experiences from her departure. Talking about picking pomelos, walking on mountain paths, and encountering big snakes in the woods...
The little girl listened intently, not even wanting to do her homework.
"Tonight you’ll sleep in Mom’s room, finish your homework and come, Mom will continue telling you stories..." Coaxing Xiaoxing to return to her room to do homework, Ling Chengyan then tidied up her luggage.
The next day, Wu Yushu handed Ling Chengyan the money made from handling the fruit.
After deducting the cost, Ling Chengyan took out half of the remaining money to distribute to the team who went on the mission, and the other half, with everyone’s agreement, was sent to several martyr and disabled servicemen families they knew who were in difficulty.
Even though Ling Chengyan had personally experienced cold weapon warfare, being on the battlefield again still couldn’t make her happy.
The soldiers lying in foxholes, with hand and foot ulcers, were mostly only eighteen or nineteen years old, the oldest she’d seen wasn’t over twenty-five, just at the prime of youth... yet sacrificed.
Or had lost limbs, some injured in eyes, ears, becoming permanently disabled.
She was no general now, she could give very little, merely just a gesture of kindness from her and her comrades.
