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The vegetable garden at home was almost entirely under her care, so as the volume of vegetables increased, she stored the excess in the Space, making sure none would go to waste.
Despite only having been home for a couple of months, the amount of vegetables she harvested was quite substantial, especially the tender sweet potato shoots. Since they were all planted in the corner of the wall and nobody paid much attention to such plants, they grew incredibly fast after being watered with well water she specially managed.
To avoid drawing attention from her family members, she harvested all the sweet potatoes herself later on. The yield increased by more than thirty percent, and the excess was placed in the Space, some of which she shared with Mr. Liu.
The food nourished by Spirit Core Water made one’s body stronger by naturally boosting the immune system, making it the best health food.
Now that she was gone, even if the others planted and harvested more vegetables, she had a solid alibi — she was not present — so she didn’t worry about being suspected by her in-laws.
Initially, Zhang Shanni wanted to upgrade her family’s well water purely out of affection and gratitude towards her mother-in-law. The subsequent improvement in the quality and quantity of the vegetables was an unexpected delight. So much so that after she joined the military family, she was still able to enjoy fresh vegetables in winter, which she attributed to the good karma from her kind heart.
As the New Year approached, Zhang Shanni became increasingly anxious, escalating to a state of fretful unease.
Worrying that she might upset her pregnancy, she kept herself busy every day with chores such as laundry, sewing, arranging beddings, preparing New Year’s food, and more — seemingly eager to finish a month’s worth of tasks in advance.
Today is the 29th of the lunar month, and Zhang Shanni came to her senses to realize that her house was full of food, not to mention the additional stock hidden in the Space.
The large dining table originally set for the festive meal now served as her private vegetable stand, with dishes ready for stewing, frying, sautéing, and braising — she had prepared all her signature dishes.
On the sideboard, there were also various traditional New Year’s desserts she made: year cakes were a must, along with sweet dumplings, red bean cakes, mung bean cakes, pumpkin cakes, and sweet potato cakes, which could last longer during winter.
These past few days, fearing that she might lose her composure, she hadn’t even stepped outside her door. If it weren’t for Sister-in-law Li from the same house coming over to chat with her every day, she would think she was living in a hollow tree.
From sunrise, Zhang Shanni would get up to the bugle call, warm up a cup of hot milk, and after strolling and warming up her body around the living room, she would drink three big gulps of the milk at the right temperature.
The taste of milk was strong, and ever since she became pregnant, her tongue became more sensitive than usual, which made her dislike the taste of milk even more; she could only swallow it quickly, treating it like completing a task.
The Space stocked prenatal vitamins like folic acid and calcium supplements, which she took daily and on schedule, counting down the days for her man to return and for their child to grow strong in her womb.
Zhang Shanni was looking forward to her man coming back, to spend their first New Year together, her own rebirth year.
The 29th of the lunar month... well, this year there is no 30th, so today is New Year’s Eve.
She sat foolishly on the sofa, gently stroking her bulging belly, and sometimes she felt the playful movements of the fetus beneath her skin, raising a small bump. The movements weren’t strong, but Zhang Shanni’s spiritual power was active. Although she could not Detect the situation inside her belly, the vibrant life force of the baby kept transmitting to her, letting her sense the joy of its development.
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