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He Monian, carrying a large bundle that held three packages together, pushed open the slightly ajar courtyard gate.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Nan Qing sitting under the tree, clearly asleep.

Upon seeing this, he turned around, gently closed the courtyard gate, and quietly carried the package into the main room.

He Monian stood under the eaves, looking at Nan Qing who was sitting on a small chair and asleep with her eyes closed, his heart felt a little hot.

How wonderful it would be if I could see my beloved Qingqing every time I opened the courtyard gate.

The chair that Nanqing often sat in wasn't very big. She would lean back against the chair, put her hands on the back of the chair for support, and then fall asleep with her hands under her head. So she wasn't actually sleeping very comfortably.

He Monian stood and watched for a while, then stepped out of the yard, closing the gate tightly before leaving.

Nanqing woke up after smelling a very strong fragrance.

She groggily opened her eyes, and the two little hands that she had been using as a cushion to sleep were now a little numb. Nanqing straightened up from her prone position and lazily stretched.

It was so comfortable, but my back and waist are a little sore from sleeping.

But before she could get up and ask He Monian what delicious food he was making, she stretched and turned her head to see a very new recliner next to her, the kind that you could rock back and forth when you lay down on it.

Nan Qing was pleasantly surprised and got up from the small chair, then plopped down on the recliner next to her.

She lay there completely, and with a push of her little toes, the recliner began to rock slowly. A satisfied sigh immediately came from her rosy little mouth.

"Ah~ that feels so good~"

She liked the little chair too, but compared to the recliner, the recliner was definitely more comfortable.

Nan Qing lay on the recliner and rocked gently for a while, then immediately got up and walked towards the kitchen. Before she even entered the kitchen, she called out in that direction:

"He Monian, what delicious food are you making? It smells so good."

When Nan Qing entered the kitchen, she indeed saw the tall and strong He Monian busy in front of the earthen stove, wearing a loose-fitting undershirt, with an apron tightly tied around his strong waist.

Nan Qing felt the smell was familiar, so she walked over and peeked into the big pot—sweet and sour pork ribs!!!

She looked with surprise at He Monian, who was constantly stirring the food in his hands and pulling her behind him, and said:

"How did you know I like sweet and sour pork ribs? Didn't you say pork ribs are for making soup?"

He Monian had only heard her say she liked sweets on the way back. He had bought three pork ribs today, and it would be too much to use them all for soup, so he used half of them to make this sweet and sour pork ribs.

He learned how to make sweet and sour pork ribs from the cook in his unit when he was in the army. The cook said that girls preferred this sweet and sour flavor, so he used half of the pork ribs to make sweet and sour pork ribs.

"I'm glad you like it. I also have soup. The oil will splatter, so go sit outside and wait a bit. I'll be done in a minute."

The sweet and sour pork ribs in the pot were almost ready. They looked beautiful and smelled delicious. Nanqing was already getting hungry just looking at them.

However, because it needed to be constantly stirred, some oil splattered. Nan Qing turned around and walked to the cabinet where the bowls and chopsticks were kept, took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and turned to the person busy at the stove, saying:

"I'll take the bowls and chopsticks out first, hurry up."

He Monian took a moment to turn around and reply to her, adding that her package was also in the main room and she could go and take a look.

Nan Qing was delighted to hear this and took her bowl and chopsticks and went outside.

He Monian placed the three packages on two benches pushed together. Nan Qing turned to look outside before taking out a small knife from her spatial storage and removing the outer layer of the packages.

The first package Nanqing opened contained various food and dried goods, including various dried seafood and dried meat that had been dried until it was rock hard.

The second package contained the kind of milk powder she was used to drinking at home and some of her favorite foods, which were not available in Jiangcheng and could only be bought at the Friendship Store in Beijing.

The third package contained several pairs of comfortable-looking shoes and some darker-colored clothes, mostly shirts, which are convenient for everyday wear. Nanqing's two suitcases contained mostly pretty dresses, which wouldn't be very convenient for manual labor.

Furthermore, Nanqing's mother had placed several jars of face cream inside, which were items that could only be purchased with foreign exchange certificates at the Friendship Store.

It's clear that Sheng's mother was also worried that her precious daughter would suffer during her time in the countryside.

Looking at these things, Nan Qing took advantage of He Monian's absence to take some dried abalone and sea cucumber from her Nebula Realm, as well as several boxes of ginseng, lingzhi, deer antler, and other things that are very good for making soup.

She couldn't quite remember which small world these things came from, but she did remember that they were used to make soup, and that they tasted delicious when stewed together in soup.

So when He Monian brought in the sweet and sour pork ribs and spicy chicken, Nan Qing pointed to the pile of dried goods on the table and said to him:

"He Monian, this was sent by my mother. Keep it and decide how to cook it."

"Dad also said in his letter that I should share the food with you."

"They'll send it over after we finish eating it."

Actually, Mr. Sheng never said that. The package was sent from Beijing with Nan Qing, so there were no letters inside. She did send a letter home when she picked up the package.

The main reason was that she felt that if she didn't say it that way, He Monian would definitely not accept these things, and even if he did, he would probably only cook them for her alone.

As expected, He Monian was about to refuse outright, but after hearing what Nan Qing said, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He even wondered if Commander Sheng had any ulterior motive in arranging for his daughter to come here to support Qinghai...

Now they've sent him food and even asked Nanqing to share some with him. This seems like the treatment a son-in-law would receive.

He Monian wiped his hands on his apron before picking up the bags of dried goods that were packed in mesh.

"I'll put it aside for now, and I'll cook it for you later."

His voice trembled slightly as he said this, and his face turned red from his ears to the back of his neck.

However, the lighting was not good at the time, so Nan Qing did not see He Monian's reactions, nor did she know what He Monian was imagining for her.

If Commander Sheng knew what this kid was thinking, he'd probably kick him harder than ever before.

He really just wanted him to take good care of him; he didn't mean anything else whatsoever!

He never imagined that He Monian, who was usually so reliable in the army, would have such an "unreliable" side, and that he could even make up for a bunch of things on his own.

However, Commander Sheng, who was far away in Beijing, was unaware of all this.

He felt that with He Monian around, his daughter wouldn't suffer much, and he was quite confident in He Monian's abilities.