Considering that the little girl has just recovered from her fever, she should eat a light diet.
Yan Xiao only cooked noodles for dinner, but even though it was just noodles, he put a lot of thought into it.
Eggs were added when making the noodles, and the soup was made by simmering crucian carp in advance until it turned milky white, and then the stewed fish meat was scooped out.
After making sure all the fish bones and residue were filtered out, I started making the hand-rolled egg noodles. Just before they were taken out of the pot, I added a few green vegetable leaves and a few drops of sesame oil.
Wow! It smells so good!
The milky white soup, the yellow noodles, and the green leafy vegetables made Wen Qinghe's appetite soar.
Yan Xiao's eyes lit up with a smile upon hearing this: "If Qingqing likes it, eat more. There's more in the pot."
Okay~
The little girl obediently agreed, but when it was time to eat, she only ate a small bowl and refused to eat any more.
Just as Yan Xiao was about to coax the little girl to eat a little more, the village's loudspeaker went off.
The brigade leader was announcing that the corn harvest would begin tomorrow.
Yesterday's rain caused the corn stalks in the field to bend and fall over in large numbers. Fortunately, the rain only lasted one day, so there was not much standing water in the field. After drying for a day today, it is now safe to enter.
When Wen Qinghe heard the broadcast, she thought about how it was the busy farming season and there was nothing she could do to help. All she could do was try not to cause trouble for everyone.
He then said to Yan Xiao, "Brother Yan, I'm feeling much better now. You can start working tomorrow. We can't let my actions delay everyone's progress."
When the busy farming season arrives, everyone in the village, young and old, has to participate in the harvest. Even school teachers will give children time off to help out during this period.
Yan Xiao was the main breadwinner, and the brigade leader wouldn't let him stay idle at home at this time. However, he was worried about leaving the little girl alone at home. There were no neighbors around his house, and he was somewhat uneasy about leaving her there.
The man frowned slightly. At this moment, he wished he could carry Wen Qinghe with him at all times, and ideally keep her under his watchful eye at all times.
However, Yan Xiao still replied with an "okay".
That evening, Wen Qinghe saw the man carrying several bags of yellow soil, sand, and some sharp pebbles from somewhere, and bustling around on the wall of the yard.
She watched for a while but couldn't stay awake any longer and went back to sleep.
When she got up the next day and went into the yard, she saw that the original 1.5-meter-high wall had been raised by at least 50 centimeters.
The courtyard wall was also covered with many sharp pebbles.
So his hesitation last night was because he was worried about her safety?
Wen Qinghe felt a warmth in her heart, wondering what time he had gone to bed last night.
After she finished washing up, she saw a note written in pencil on the table in the main room.
"Qingqing, remember to eat the food in the pot."
His handwriting was neat, vigorous, and powerful, just like his upright and resolute personality.
His handwriting is quite nice; it seems he's been to school.
Little did he know that after meeting Wen Qinghe, the man had practiced the name Wen Qinghe hundreds and thousands of times.
Last night, a man busied himself in the yard, changing several sheets of old newspaper, before he finally managed to write those words neatly.
After she finished breakfast, she thought about how the man had been taking care of her meals all day, with each meal consisting of either elaborate noodles or plain white rice.
She had countless grains of rice, flour, oil, and salt stored in her space; it wouldn't be right for her to keep eating his food and using his products.
She thought that while he was away from home, she would replenish the granary so that she wouldn't be eating for free.
Without hesitation, she opened the lid of the rice container, looked at its original location, placed a bag of rice from her spatial storage into the container, cut the bag open with scissors, pulled it out, and threw it into her spatial storage.
Looking at the distinct white grains of rice, she dared not fill the container to the brim, afraid that Yan Xiao would notice.
Add it only to a position that looks similar to the original, so it won't be easily noticed.
She added only one packet of flour and salt at a time to ensure that the amount was not much different from before.
She added the oil container from her spatial dimension. Being in the spatial dimension is like having a power boost, making her stronger.
Looking at the replenished rice, flour, oil, and salt, she felt satisfied.
Thinking that there was still plenty of time, she decided to go and check out the space.
Now that the white mist has dissipated, the boundary is clear: half is a pristine forest, and the other half is a white space that looks like it can only be used for storage.
She never had the chance to explore the forest here, and didn't know if there were any living creatures.
However, she discovered last time that the watch on her wrist could still turn normally if she stayed on this side of the forest.
That means time is flowing at a normal rate here, which is a pleasant surprise.
She took a cup of milk tea from the storage area and drank it as she walked, wanting to try strolling along the edge of the forest.
...
Before noon, Yan Xiao rushed back from the fields.
Although the captain didn't want to release the man, the kid had done the work of an entire day in one morning, and since he was just going back to cook a meal, the captain didn't say anything.
When Yan Xiao returned, he saw the little chair he had made for the little girl in the main room, a bottle on the table with wildflowers picked from the roadside, and the little girl's snacks on the side.
With another person in the house, he felt a greater sense of belonging. This was no longer a cold, empty house; it was his and Qingqing's little home.
Not seeing anyone, he assumed the little girl was sleeping in her room, so he went straight to the kitchen to prepare rice for cooking.
He was only momentarily stunned when he opened the rice jar and saw the pure white rice without a single impurity. He closed his eyes and then opened them again, and seeing that there were still distinct white grains of rice in front of him, he was certain that this was not an illusion.
Moreover, when he opened the rice jar this morning to rinse the rice and cook porridge, the rice in the jar didn't seem to be in this position.
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