I planned to store various meats in the freezer sections of the two refrigerators. I emptied them before leaving, so I could just put them there when I got home. I had the staff in the freezer section cut the meat into small strips, about a pound each, including beef and mutton. I also minced some of the meat and packed it in plastic bags for easy removal. I also bought some of my favorite salmon, squid, shrimp, sea cucumber, abalone, crayfish, and clams from the seafood section. Because of limited refrigerator space, I kept a small quantity and didn't buy king crab or lobster, which would take up too much space. The freezer sections of the two refrigerators were used to store pre-packaged meals, my favorite yogurt, and tropical fruits like mangosteen and jackfruit. Most chicken and duck in supermarkets are frozen for a long time and aren't as fresh as those at the market. There were a few fresh chickens and ducks in the freezer that Auntie Cai bought at the market the day before yesterday, so I didn't buy any.

(This is the first novel I've written, so I have no experience in stocking. I hope you won't be too picky about the selection of materials and quantities. Let's just enjoy it. Thank you for your support. I love you all!)

Once we'd bought almost everything, we hired a worker to transport it home, claiming it was for a company team-building event. Because we weren't sure if we could actually travel through time, and we were worried we wouldn't have enough time, the three of us did all the shopping ourselves. The nanny and driver usually took care of all the household necessities.

When they got home, the shelves had arrived. After sending the delivery workers away, Dad Guan and Shui Shui worked feverishly to install them. Meanwhile, Mom steamed two large pots of steamed buns and quickly stir-fried some easy-to-prepare vegetables from the supermarket. She also fried thirty eggs and placed them in a snack box, preparing to let them cool in the refrigerator.

When the third pot of rice was steamed, all the items were neatly arranged. I have to praise the shelf designed by Guan's father. The size is really suitable, and the height of each layer is also reasonable. Because it was urgent, I paid twice the price and worked overtime to make it.

The three of them were so tired that they sat on the sofa and didn't want to move at all. Mother Guan lay on the sofa and said, "Just buy it. Even if we don't travel through time, we can use it up by eating and using it at home."

Guan Huashu and his wife both lived in poverty. Even when their living conditions improved later, they never wasted money. The reason they stockpiled food so crazily today was really because of their trust in their family.

The water in the electric kettle in the kitchen was boiling. Shui Shui got up from the sofa and prepared to pour a glass of water to take to the bedroom for the evening. Guan's mother and father also got up to put the cold food in the refrigerator.

The kettle was a bit full of water, so when it boiled, it overflowed and soaked the power cord on the table. I was asleep and not paying attention, but when I touched the handle of the kettle, I felt a numbness all over my body. I swayed for a while and then couldn't move.

In fact, you can't touch it at this time, you have to quickly turn off the power. Guan's mother didn't react immediately, thinking that the child was tired and couldn't stand steadily. Without a second, she immediately helped her. Because she and Guan's father were next to each other, they were also shocked. All three of them fainted instantly.

In another dimension, in Guanjia Village under the Dongfeng People's Commune of Fenglin County in the north, Guan Gouzi, the second son of Guan Ping'an, took his wife and children to the mountains to dig wild vegetables. They had been gone for three or four days and had not returned.

Guanjia Village, also known as Xiangyang Brigade, is located in a hilly area, surrounded by mountains. In terms of population and land area, it's a large village in the local county. Half the villagers are surnamed Guan. Old Man Guan Ping'an is sixty-eight, and his wife, Guan Liu, is sixty-six. They have six sons and two daughters. Old Mrs. Guan is a high-yielding professional farmer, and all her children survived. Back then, rural entertainment was scarce, and the poorer the population, the more children they had.

Guan Ping'an's family is considered a large family in the village with many servants, children and grandchildren.