"Extra treat today! Canned fruit! Two spoonfuls each!" Jiang Chan announced.
The crowd erupted in cheers of delight once again! Fruit! Sweet, juicy fruit, packaged in a magical glass jar! This was something I could never have dreamed of!
Old Sun's hands trembled as he took the spoon, carefully scooped up a piece of golden peach flesh, and put it in his mouth. Instantly, the long-lost, explosive sweetness and fruity aroma filled his mouth, and the old man's cloudy eyes instantly welled up with tears!
"Sweet...so sweet..."
"What kind of fruit is this... Oh, orange segments... So juicy..."
"Fairy Maiden, you are merciful! Fairy Maiden, you are so kind!"
Everyone held their assigned cans of food, savoring each bite with small, precious sips, their faces beaming with pure, contented happiness. The sweetness dispelled the bitterness of their long-standing experience of fleeing famine, nourishing their parched hearts.
Jiang Chan scooped a spoonful of the mixed canned fruit for herself; the cool, sweet juice slid down her throat, dispelling her fatigue. Looking at everyone's satisfied expressions and listening to the heartfelt calls of "Fairy Maiden," she felt a sense of peace.
Explanation? There's no need. Her very existence is the greatest "irrationality" in this world. As long as Xiao Tao and those who follow her can survive, and even live a better life, what does it matter if she's a "fairy"?
After the meal, everyone returned to their respective rooms, feeling sweet and satisfied.
inside the house.
Jiang Chan took out two more square "small iron boxes" with metal mesh covers from her "package"—portable silent electric fans—and plugged them into solar chargers.
Press the switch.
Buzz...
An extremely faint sound of a motor running could be heard.
The fan blades turn, sending out gentle, cool breezes!
"Wow! It's so cool!" Xiao Tao exclaimed in surprise, running to the fan and letting the cool breeze caress her face.
Zhou sighed contentedly, "This...this celestial artifact is truly...truly wondrous..."
In the next room, Chen Yan felt the continuous cool breeze dispelling the stuffiness inside. He lay on his bunk, closed his eyes, and let the cool breeze blow on him.
Outside, there was only the silence of the wilderness and the chirping of insects.
Inside, there was a gentle breeze from the fan and people breathing steadily and slowly.
The memories of fleeing famine seem to have been blown away by this cool breeze, becoming distant and blurry.
Life here, nourished by sweet spring water and lush greenery, unfolds quietly in the gentle breeze from the fans. Though the road ahead remains unknown, the peace and hope we feel now are so real and precious…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com