The barbecue was for the old couple, and the porridge was for Chi Xingyue. They were worried that she hadn't eaten breakfast and wouldn't be able to handle the greasy and meaty food.
Of course, there is also some for the old man and old lady to drink if they want.
However, judging from their usual diet, they seem to have completely let themselves go since they came to Qingshan Village, and they especially like food with strong flavors.
Chi Xingyue picked up a piece of grilled meat with chopsticks and fed it to Ling Jiheng. Ling Jiheng smiled and rubbed her hair and continued to grill the vegetables.
The old couple smiled knowingly and didn't say anything unpleasant.
Although men in the Yong Dynasty basically do not cook, this is not special for their family. After experiencing exile, they don't care about many rules.
What's more, his own grandson doesn't care. His grandson's wife is also filial, so good days are ahead.
After being trained by the old lady, the old man is now open-minded.
Although she decided to live with her eldest son in her old age, the second branch is the most promising one in the Ling family.
As the oldest member of the Ling family, he had no right to let the brothers quarrel with each other.
Maintain relationships with several families, so that the second child can help the eldest and the third child at critical moments.
The group finished their lunch with laughter, and Chi Xingyue even used spiritual spring water to make a pot of tea for the old man and the old lady to help them relieve their greasiness.
The same tea, when steeped in spiritual spring water, becomes fragrant and spreads for miles. Just the smell of it makes one salivate.
The old man's eyes lit up, and he kept saying good things: "Granddaughter-in-law, where did you learn this technique? It smells so good!"
Chi Xingyue smiled and said, "Maybe it's the good tea, or maybe it's just my natural talent. With a little practice, I can make the best tea!"
The two elderly people expressed their strong agreement with her "shamelessness".
After praising him highly, he returned to Rongsiyuan to rest with the help of Nanny Chen.
Chi Xingyue also put down the sweater she had knitted and went back to her room to catch up on some sleep.
He also told Baozhu and the others: "You should also go to sleep for a while, and continue after you have rested well."
"Yes!" A group of people cleaned up the yard, went to the cafeteria to eat, and then returned to their respective rooms for a nap.
On the other side, Shu Muyun was sitting on a rock, eating the pheasant that Ling Yi had hunted, and he looked quite happy.
She was just a little tired, her legs were sore, but Ling Yi's roasted pheasant was delicious. She ate two chicken legs and still felt hungry.
Today's harvest was good. We found three beehives and hunted a few rabbits. Ling Yi said rabbits were easy to raise and he wanted to take them home to eat when the weather got colder.
Shu Muyun had no objection and left everything to them. Ling Weicheng and Ling Weicun also had complete trust in each other.
As for Shu Xuhong and Ge Jinglan, well, their presence is too low. They just work silently and never cause trouble.
Just like now, if Shu Muyun hadn't given the water bag to Ge Jinglan, everyone would have forgotten her.
Ling San quickly gave the other party two roasted rabbits and said that if it was not enough, he could catch more.
A group of people sat by the river, chatting and laughing, the atmosphere was very harmonious. Occasionally, when you stood up, you could see the shadows of people swaying in the distance.
Well, Qingshan Village came from another direction to store firewood for the winter.
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Time passed little by little, and Chi Xingyue finally finished knitting the sweater by the next night.
The small twists are very flat and feel soft.
When Ling Jiheng saw it, he almost didn't want to give it to the old man. This was the first and only white woolen sweater in the Great Yong Dynasty!
Chi Xingyue smiled and teased: "Be good, when I have time, I will knit one for you!"
Ling Jiheng suddenly started to act like a spoiled child, hugging Chi Xingyue's waist and rubbing against her: "Can you knit me the next one? I want to wear something my wife made herself!"
Chi Xingyue's cheeks flushed red, she pried his hands apart and went straight into the space.
I washed the woolen sweater in water, added some fabric softener before taking it out, and then hung it on the clothesline in the village committee compound to dry in the shade.
Suddenly remembering something, Chi Xingyue went to the private room and glanced at the electronic screen, and found that the numbers on it had changed a lot.
[Space Soul Binding Progress 20%]
[Level 3 space upgrade progress 15%]
I'm quite puzzled. I feel like I haven't done anything, so why is the progress bar increasing?
But he was not in a hurry. He ate half a pound of crayfish with grunts, then washed his hands and went straight to the Nanshan Village Police Station.
It doesn't matter if you just look at it, the moment you get the baton is a surprise.
Chi Xingyue hummed and hawed for a long time before putting this life-saving artifact within reach. He then looked around the office and made sure there was nothing else special before leaving.
As for the upgrade conditions for the third-level space, she no longer worried about it.
Anyway, there will be changes whether you try hard or not, so she will just take things as they come.
I went to the bathroom to wash up and then strolled around the space.
He wandered around until around nine o'clock, and when he thought Ling Jiheng was asleep, he came out, only to be caught red-handed.
"Why are you back so late?" Ling Jiheng said with some resentment.
Chi Xingyue smiled and said nothing, feeling a little guilty.
Ling Jiheng sighed, said nothing, and pulled the person back to bed to sleep.
Chi Xingyue breathed a sigh of relief, and as if to comfort Ling Jiheng, she took the initiative to put her hand on his waist.
But soon, she couldn't stand it anymore, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.
In the midst of half-sleep, I seemed to hear a whisper: "Humph, you little heartless person!"
On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the weather had become a little cooler. Although it hadn't snowed yet, there were faint signs of winter.
Most of the leaves on the mountain have fallen, leaving only a few stubborn ones hanging alone on the branches.
Chi Xingyue woke up and subconsciously shrank into the quilt.
I heard the chuckle, but I didn't care. I just wondered why the temperature dropped so quickly in the past two days. Could it be snowing early?
He took out his warm clothes from the space and put them on, then wrapped himself in a thick layer of autumn clothes.
When I asked Ling Jiheng, he just shook his head: "I'm fine!"
Chi Xingyue curled her lips and thought to herself that men are really hot-tempered!
When I got to the space, I saw that the sweater had already dried.
Chi Xingyue touched it and found it incredibly soft. She took off the sweater, folded it, and found a beautiful box to put it in.
He went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, then came out and skipped to Rongsiyuan to find the old man.
"Grandfather, this is the Double Ninth Festival gift my husband and I gave you. Take a look and see if you like it!"
The old man already knew what was in the box, but he still took it with surprise. When he opened it, he saw an off-white woolen sweater.
As to why it's not snow-white, well, pig pancreas soap has limited cleaning effect and cannot be compared with later detergents.
But it's already very good.
The old man pinched the woolen sweater with his rough fingers, then quickly retracted them as if he was afraid of damaging it.
He smiled and showed off to the old lady: "It's so smooth!"
Chi Xingyue thought, of course it is slippery. It is a natural fabric, and it has been soaked in a certain textile, so the whole sweater feels really great.
The old lady felt a little sore, but she still patted the old man's arm and said, "Go and try it!"
The old man responded happily and went behind the screen with the clothes in his arms.
Chi Xingyue and Ling Jiheng drank tea with their backs to the screen. Not long after, Aunt Taohua brought them breakfast.
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