When Ye's mother came in, she saw Ye Wanying posing on the bed: "Oh dear, Wanying, what are you doing? Are you sick?"
Forehead...
Can doing yoga cause illness?
Ye Wanying coughed twice: "Mom, I'm just stretching my old arms and legs!" If it were yoga, Ling Wei probably wouldn't understand!
Sure enough, upon hearing this reply, Ling Wei nodded and walked in with the poached eggs she had prepared: "Eat and rest quickly. Leave the bowl on this table later, and I'll come to pick it up tomorrow morning!"
Ye Wanying chuckled and took the bowl from her mother: "Okay, okay, Mom, you go to sleep now!"
Ling Wei gave several more instructions before turning and leaving.
...
Honestly, poached eggs aren't really Ye Wanying's favorite food. She doesn't particularly like eggs, except for steamed egg custard, which she can manage. But this was specially cooked for her by her mother...
Ye Wanying took a deep breath, then pinched her nose and quickly put the egg into her mouth. She didn't dare to keep it in her mouth for too long before swallowing it.
"Cough cough cough..."
The egg yolk was stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down. This feeling was so 'satisfying'!
Ten minutes later...
Ye Wanying finally finished the two heart-shaped fried eggs and gulped down a bottle of mineral water from her spatial storage before feeling much better.
She patted her chest, got up, and took the bowl out of the room. The Ye family members were all asleep, and it was dark and quiet everywhere. Ye Wanying's eyesight had been honed in the apocalypse, so she didn't need to turn on the lights. She went straight to the kitchen, scooped water from the jar, and washed the dishes.
Suddenly, she noticed that the oil in the oil tank next to her was only half full, and the rice in the bag was only about a third full. Ye Wanying looked around and, finding no one, secretly took out a bucket of oil from her spatial storage. It weighed about three or four pounds and was of a standard size.
He quickly poured the oil from the bottle into the oil tank, then threw the empty bottle back into the storage space, looking with satisfaction at the oil level in the tank, which would make it harder for others to notice.
He did the same thing, pouring a five-pound bag of rice from the space into the Ye family's rice bag. As for vegetables, he dared not, knowing that Ye's mother would know what kind of vegetables they had.
After doing all this, she clapped her hands contentedly, then quickly retreated into her room, hugged her warm son, and fell asleep.
.............
The next day, very early in the morning!
Before dawn, Ye Wanying got up, tidied herself up, and went out. Before leaving, she gave her son, who was still blowing bubbles, a big kiss.
Inside the main room, Ye's father sat in a corner, smoking a water pipe, when he suddenly saw Ye Wanying and asked, "Daughter, why are you up so early?"
"Dad, you're the one who's up early? I'm going for a run to get some exercise!"
Ye's father naturally had no objection and nodded to Ye Wanying, "Then wait a moment!"
Ye Wanying was very puzzled as to what her father was trying to do, but she soon found out. Looking at her unfortunate younger brother, who was clearly still asleep with his hair all standing on end, she laughed without any politeness: "Dad, just let Yang sleep."
"Hmph, if you keep sleeping, you'll turn into a pig. Although the village isn't as dangerous as outside, there are big creatures in the mountains behind our village. I'll feel more at ease if you take this brat with you when you go for a run!"
So, Ye Chenyang really was picked up off the street, right?
Ye Wanying thought about it and finally agreed. Running is good for your health. Yang is a big boy. Although he is quite tall, he is too thin and, in her opinion, looks a bit effeminate!
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