Hua Jingmin is actually not short of money.
Although the money he had saved previously was reduced by more than half due to ginseng, he had at least made a contribution. As he was injured in the line of duty, he received a lot of subsidies and pensions from his superiors.
Since he didn't have much energy, he simply packed up all his things and sent them back. He returned with only his discharge certificate, some important documents, and all his money.
Originally, he wanted to try to see if his superiors could arrange a job for him, but he found out that his disability level did not meet the threshold for job placement, so he had to return home.
On the bright side, I am not short of money. I can receive a pension every month, and there is also a subsidy for returning home with illness. I will never go hungry, and staying at home saves me the trouble of going to work.
Who would be willing to work if it weren't for a meal?
But it takes time for the package to arrive, and it is winter now.
Wan Qingliu said it was no big deal. She took the cloth and cotton to a tailor and made several sets of cotton-padded clothes for Hua Jingmin.
As for other daily necessities, isn’t there a bunch of useless stuff stored in Hua Wanchi’s space?
It's not worth much money. Besides, the money to buy these things was earned by grandma. How could she have the nerve to take grandma's money?
Hua Jingmin feels that he is still too young.
A trip home immediately refreshed his horizons.
Hua Wanchi put down the seeds in his hand and the mud in the yard, and began to think with his chin in his hand:
Why are Baibingquanxiao Pills ineffective?
Did the ancestor fail?
She felt that according to the style that her ancestors had always followed, there shouldn't be any setbacks.
She looked at the description of the pill again.
[Bai Bing Quan Xiao Wan: All diseases are eliminated. One pill can restore your body to its best condition.]
All diseases are cured. Could it be that the key lies in the word "disease"?
Uncle San’s physical condition was not caused by any illness, but by weakness resulting from an injury – so the All Diseases Elimination Pills were not the right treatment for him.
Hua Wanchi suddenly figured it out.
Since this medicine is useless, she might as well use spiritual spring water and ginseng to slowly take care of her uncle. She believes that the function of spiritual spring water will definitely keep her uncle healthy.
The weather was cold and the ground was covered with frost. In the early morning, there was a cool mist and the ground was covered with white as if it had snowed.
The soil has become honeycombed and crackles when you step on it. A bucket of water left outside will form a thick layer of ice the next morning.
Hua Wanchi couldn't dig the dirt in the yard anymore. Zhou Yujiao also ordered her not to squat on the ground and play in the mud. Washing clothes was secondary. Staying outside in the middle of winter and getting dirty and wet was easy to get sick.
So Hua Wanchi once again focused his energy on the space.
After Hua Wanchi gave the spiritual herbs and tea she drew from the first ten consecutive draws to the planting puppet, she forgot about them. Now she remembered them again out of boredom.
She went to the spiritual herb field and took a look. Wow, the plants were growing quite well, but it looked like they had not grown up yet. They were indeed worthy of being spiritual herbs in the world of immortal cultivation.
But this is also reasonable. According to the general routine of immortal cultivation literature, expensive spiritual herbs are either in high demand or have low production.
If growing spiritual herbs in this jade pendant space is like growing vegetables, then wouldn't everyone in the ancestor's family have a magical artifact?
After all, didn’t our ancestors say that this jade pendant space is standard equipment for family disciples?
She went to check on the spiritual tea again and found that it was growing well. The puppet had already harvested several crops of tea.
When she saw the tea leaves, she remembered a drink from her previous life - milk tea, and then she licked her lips.
Winter is coming, shouldn’t we have a cup of hot milk tea?
Shouldn’t we have some snacks to go with milk tea?
Wan Qingliu silently looked at the potatoes, brown sugar, tea, milk, sweet potato flour and cassava flour in front of him, then turned his gaze to Hua Wanchi who was full of expectation.
After a long time, he spoke with difficulty:
"You want me to make French fries and bubble tea? That's audacious!"
Hua Wanchi smiled happily. She also wanted to eat fried chicken and grilled wings, but who would kill so many chickens just to eat wings? It was too unreasonable to take them out, so she gave up the idea.
Although you can eat in the space, it doesn’t have the same atmosphere as outside.
I can’t think of anything else, but I have to make some French fries to satisfy her craving!
This thing only uses a little oil at most, and the used-up oil can be used to continue cooking.
Hua Wanchi held her grandmother's hand and acted coquettishly:
"Grandma, do you have the heart to refuse such a small request from your lovely granddaughter?"
Wan Qingliu accepted his fate: "There's really nothing I can do about you."
In modern times, she doted on Hua Wanchi very much. When Hua Wanchi was still in high school, she saw the recipes of various snacks on the Internet and pestered her grandmother to make them at home.
Wan Qingliu made them one by one. She was a good cook and the taste was very similar to the real thing. It was a pity that there were only two of them at home, and they could not finish the food they bought.
It's impossible to make less. For example, you can't pour a whole pot of oil just to fry a French fry, right?
Gradually, Hua Wanchi felt that it would be better to buy food prepared by others. She could buy as much as she could eat, and the price was not much more expensive. Some money should be earned by others.
So there is no need for a recipe, Wan Qingliu can make all these snacks.
She made milk tea first, which tastes better with fresh milk. Anyway, she could just say it was made with milk powder.
She took out the small ceramic stove she used to make hot pot last time, lit it, added firewood, put the small pot on and started to fry brown sugar, then put the tea leaves in. A strange tea fragrance instantly filled the air.
Wan Qingliu sniffed it and asked curiously, "What kind of tea are you using? Why is it so fragrant?"
As she spoke, she had already poured the milk. The mellow milk flavor blended with the tea fragrance - Hua Wanchi took a sip intoxicatedly. This was the taste!
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