She looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. Her skin was moist, fair and delicate, not tanned or roughened by the sun at all. She looked bright, generous and radiant.

Feng Jiuyan looked at herself in the mirror happily. Thanks to the spiritual spring water in the space, her skin could remain in such good condition despite being exposed to wind and sun.

After washing up, Feng Jiuyan went to the kitchen to get some grilled skewers, and used the projector to project a palace drama that was suitable for eating with the meal onto the large white wall.

A bite of barbecue and a sip of fat house happy water.

It’s one of the most beautiful things in life!

Feng Jiuyan narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

There are a lot of delicious food in the space, but it is not convenient to take these things out for Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli to eat.

She could only eat a few more bites for them.

Feng Jiuyan thought so and ate another skewer of beef.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Feng Jiuyan walked back to the bedroom, set the alarm, and fell asleep hugging the quilt.

"Ding-ling ding-ling~"

The alarm rang, and Feng Jiuyan stayed in bed for a while before washing up. After changing into clean clothes, he left the space.

She had been in space for fifteen hours, but only fifteen minutes had passed in the outside world.

Feng Jiuyan left the space in high spirits and returned to the room of the post station.

At this time, there were still three hours before dawn.

She walked to the window and tucked in the quilt for her mother and brother.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard Feng Jiuli smacking her lips, "Chicken drumsticks, um, so delicious!"

After saying that, he held Huahua's little paw, put it in his mouth, and took a big bite.

"Ouch!" Huahua screamed miserably. She opened her eyes suddenly and stared at the culprit with a fierce look, her hair standing on end.

Feng Jiuli was still sleeping soundly, but she reflexively made a few spitting sounds and spat out the cat food in her mouth.

Huahua turned around and looked at her bad master who was gloating over her misfortune with grievance.

“Ouch—”

It turned around and threw itself into Feng Jiuyan's arms.

Although the bad owner was a bit harsh, at least he wouldn't eat its claws as roasted chicken legs.

Feng Jiuyan chuckled, caught Huahua who was flying towards him, and walked to the window with it in his arms.

With a thought, Feng Jiuyan took out a recliner and a thin blanket from the space.

Huahua opened her eyes wide, looking at the bad master in disbelief as he took out so many things out of thin air.

Feng Jiuyan patted its little head, "Haha, you're envious, right? Confused, right? I just won't tell you."

After saying that, she hugged Huahua and lay on the recliner.

Huahua: “…”

How cheap!

Feng Jiuyan took out some spiritual spring water and dried meat from the space and fed them to Huahua.

Huahua was also very well behaved. After eating, she curled up in Feng Jiuyan's arms and fell asleep.

Feng Jiuyan sank his consciousness into the space, and used his mind to control the hoe, turning over the land in the space again. He picked all the vegetables that needed to be harvested and put them into the basket.

Many fruits in the orchard were ripe, including durian, grapes, kiwis, strawberries, watermelons, etc. Feng Jiuyan picked them with her mind.

The weather is hot now, and watermelon is best eaten chilled.

I habitually go to the medicine field to look at tonic herbs such as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng. They grow bigger day by day.

Feng Jiuyan felt very happy after seeing this.

After finishing all these, it was only half an hour until dawn, and it was time to make breakfast.

After folding the recliner and stuffing Huahua into Feng Jiuli's arms, she quietly went out and came to the kitchen of the inn.

She gave one tael of silver to the postman who was guarding the kitchen, and bought some meat and flour at a high price of three taels. She planned to make some wontons.

The jailer happily took the silver and left, handing over the entire kitchen to Feng Jiuyan.

Feng Jiuyan immediately closed the doors and windows of the kitchen, symbolically placed some meat on the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife and waved it a few times to make some noise.

It is impossible to make wontons, this is done just to avoid arousing suspicion.

Then she put some more firewood into the stove and heated the pot.

Thick smoke slowly drifted out of the chimney.

The deception was almost complete, and Feng Jiuyan directly took out a portable gas stove from the space.

Use your mind to clean the soup pot, fill it with water, and then place it on the gas stove.

As soon as the water boiled, Feng Jiuyan put the wontons into the pot.

It's all filled with meat.

She likes wontons made with pure meat and doesn't like those with corn or chopped green onions.

After cooking on medium heat for seven or eight minutes, large round wontons floated up. Feng Jiuyan filled three large porcelain bowls with milky white beef bone soup from the space, and then scooped the wontons from the soup pot into the large white porcelain bowls.

The rich aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen. Feng Jiuyan smiled with satisfaction, put the three bowls of wontons and the things that shouldn't be there into the space, and took out an empty food box.

As soon as the kitchen door was opened, the rich aroma wafted out of the whole house, attracting everyone's attention.

But Feng Jiuyan was holding the food box, so they couldn't see what was inside.

When Feng Jiuyan walked away and the jailer who was guarding him had not returned yet, someone immediately ran into the kitchen to see if Feng Jiuyan had left any food residue.

But to their disappointment, there was nothing to eat in the kitchen except the hot pot, the fingernail-sized pieces of meat paste stuck on the chopping board, and the strong smell of the kitchen.

The man was so angry that he slapped his thigh and cursed, "Skin the phoenix!"

He was severely beaten by the jailer who came back and kicked out of the kitchen.

Feng Jiuyan carried a heavy food box in a serious manner and returned to the room.

At this time, Madam Feng had already gotten up and was washing up.

She was a little surprised to see Feng Jiuyan coming back, "Ah Yan, where have you been? It's hard for mother to find you."

Feng Jiuyan smiled and said, "Let's go make breakfast."

"Breakfast?" Feng Jiuli mumbled this in a daze while lying on the bed, and sat up in a daze.

He rubbed his eyes with his little hands with a childish look and looked at Feng Jiuyan who was carrying the food box.

"Sister, what do you want to eat for breakfast today?" His eyes widened as he looked at Feng Jiuyan expectantly.

Feng Jiuyan placed the food box on the small table, opened the lid, and with a thought, a large bowl of wontons appeared in her hands.

“Big meat wontons!”

When Madam Feng saw her daughter opening the food box, she could clearly see that there was no steam coming out, so she knew that her daughter took it out of the messenger bag that King Yama had given her.

She held the handkerchief she had just wiped her hands with, strode to her son's bed, and covered his face with it, "Son, come here, let me wipe your face!"

Feng Jiuli struggled continuously, "...Mmmmm, mother, it's dirty!"

"Nonsense, this handkerchief is clean!" Madam Feng took the handkerchief and wiped his pink cheek without questioning.

Feng Jiuyan: "......"

The memory of the death suddenly attacked her.

This is just like when her parents used to wipe her face with towels without any consideration when she was a child!

A complete feeling of suffocation!