When I gently opened the letter from my mother, the first thing that caught my eye was the beautiful handwriting.

Every stroke seems to contain the mother's endless care and longing, and the excitement between the lines is difficult to conceal.

"My daughter, I am mother Wenyu." These simple words seem to carry the soft whisper of my mother, echoing in my ears.

As I continued reading, the mother asked anxiously, "My daughter, when can I see you again?" Her words were full of anticipation for the moment of reunion.

Then, the mother asked with concern: "Are you cold over there? Are you hungry? If you need anything, please tell me and I will send it to you right away."

Seeing this, a warm feeling surged in my heart and my eyes became moist.

My mother also mentioned: "The weather over there should be getting cold soon, so I took the time to knit a sweater for you. This is my first time knitting a sweater, so it may not be very good, but you must not dislike it!"

As I imagined my mother sitting under the light, carefully knitting stitch by stitch, I couldn't control my tears anymore and they kept falling.

In addition to the sweater, my mother also carefully prepared malted milk and some other delicious food, and reminded me to remember to enjoy them.

Finally, my mother wrote in an affectionate tone: "The most important thing is, my daughter, you must think of your mother all the time. If possible, it would be great if you could send me a photo of you!" After reading this letter, I held it tightly to my chest, feeling my mother's deep maternal love.

Is this the legendary maternal love? In the long time of her past and present lives, she had never truly experienced maternal love, but at this moment, her heart was deeply touched.

Loneliness had always been with her, but now she finally had her own family! That feeling was like a beam of light in the darkness, instantly illuminating her entire world.

From this moment on, she was no longer wandering alone in the world, but became a lucky person with a home to rely on and people who cared for her.

Then he turned around and looked at the envelopes on the table. No matter they were letters from his eldest uncle, second uncle, younger uncle, or uncle Mu, they were all filled with caring words and a thick stack of banknotes.

Looking at the affectionate pieces of letter paper and the heavy stacks of banknotes, Lin Zhiyue couldn't help but feel tears in her eyes and was deeply moved: "I'm not actually short of money..." However, this love from her relatives made her feel very warm.

After reading the last letter, Lin Zhiyue gently put down the paper in her hand, took a deep breath, then picked up the pen and began to reply to the letters from her relatives one by one.

She wrote every word carefully, wanting to convey her heartfelt gratitude and joy to her relatives far away.

At the same time, she also used her special ability - to control things in the space with her mind. In the space, a fat black pig was strolling leisurely.

Lin Zhiyue concentrated all his thoughts and drove an invisible sharp blade to form in the void.

The blade seemed illusory, but it exuded a chilling chill. As the mind controlled it, the blade flew towards the black pig and instantly sank into the pig's body.

The black pig fell to the ground with a bang before he could even make a sound.

Warm blood gushed out and spread on the ground.

Then, Lin Zhiyue suppressed his fatigue and continued to use his mind to accurately break down the pig's body into even-sized pieces of meat.

The pieces of meat were suspended and then sent into a huge iron pot constructed by thought.

The hot water in the pot was boiling, and the pieces of meat were floating up and down. After a while, the originally turbid blood water was boiled out.

After taking out the meat and draining it, Lin Zhiyue once again controlled his mind and let various seasonings such as salt, sugar, and spices blend into the meat.

Every bit of seasoning was evenly wrapped in the fibers of the meat.

Afterwards, the piece of meat was flattened and, under the pressure of an invisible force, gradually turned into slices of uniform thickness.

These slices of meat were neatly placed on a special grill. A blazing flame ignited under the grill, but not a trace of smoke rose. It was all thanks to Lin Zhiyue's will that the size of the fire was maintained.

Under the high temperature roasting, the meat slices slowly shrink, the fat oozes out, and emits bursts of tempting aroma.

As time goes by, the color of the meat slices gradually turns golden, and finally becomes slices of tempting and fragrant pork jerky.

She plans to divide the carefully made jerky into portions and give them to her family members who have always cared about her.

After finishing this series of slaughtering and cooking in the mysterious space, Lin Zhiyue felt that all the strength in his body had been drained. His legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

She raised her sweaty face and looked at the neatly arranged pork jerky that exuded an attractive luster. The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, slowly forming a satisfied smile.

This smile shows both the satisfaction of successfully completing this difficult task and the longing and expectation for future life.

Her eyes gradually became blurred, and her body involuntarily fell slowly backwards.

Everything around began to become blurry, and the outline of the mysterious space gradually disappeared into the darkness.

At the last moment before his consciousness faded, Lin Zhiyue seemed to see himself in a cozy little house, with the table filled with a delicious feast of pork jerky to entertain relatives and friends.

With this beautiful fantasy, her breathing gradually became steady and even, and she slowly fell asleep.

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