With this in mind, she prepared three disinfection methods.
The first method is to wash once with the spring water.
The second method involves disinfecting with hot water.
The third method involves disinfecting with hot water and then spraying it with white wine.
She packed the cooked canned fruit into several jars, then sealed the lids.
Then it was labeled, taken out of the space, and placed in the bedroom.
Let's wait a few days and see which method lasts the longest.
Then we can start making a lot of it.
She has so much fruit in her space!
I only eat a little bit normally, not much at all.
It doesn't bear fruit as quickly as it does.
In addition, the spiritual spring in the space makes the fruit grow very well.
The fruits were also exceptionally large.
It's perfect for canning.
Now the space has almost every kind of fruit.
The only thing missing is durian. I'll try to go to Shanghai sometime and get some durian trees to plant in my space.
She glanced at the cans on the table, then slipped back into the spatial dimension.
She went into the field.
Looking at the grains and fruits scattered all over the ground, I walked over to a patch of strawberries.
I bent down and picked some strawberries.
The fruits and grains here don't need pesticides at all, and they won't get infested with any insects.
There are also vegetables.
These are all common vegetables: cabbage, radish, tomato, green beans, eggplant, potato, and cauliflower.
Bok choy, water spinach, and Chinese cabbage.
She basically has all the vegetables available in the market.
We plant too many, we can't eat them all, and we can't take them out.
She picked some strawberries, then left the space and washed them with water.
So I took the washed strawberries to the swing.
They were so satisfying, one bite at a time.
She finished the strawberries in no time.
She sat on the swing, her head resting against the backrest.
I drifted off to sleep without even realizing it, swaying gently.
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