Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Chapter 613 The Winter Solstice is Bigger than New Year 01

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Xie Jingchen pursed his lips and returned to the West Wing Court, only to see his dear dad with Xiaojiu and Xiaoshi wandering aimlessly in the courtyard fruit orchard.

Luckily, with a wooden stool, Xiaojiu could properly learn to walk. And with Xiaoqi accompanying him, Xiaoshi was in one corner, playing with grass leaves...

Where was Xiao Si?

Xie Jingchen’s eyes roamed, but he did not see Xiao Si or Xiao Wu...

He had no intention of disturbing his father and with a graceful turn, he returned to his room.

Yan Jinsu was not resting in the inner room today, but sitting in the living room reading a book to pass the time.

The weather outside was getting colder by the day. Without the support of spiritual power and with a fractured Soul Crystal, her frail body was now unexpectedly pregnant, which made her even less resistant to the cold; she felt chilled to the bone, like a little ice baby. Unlike their dad, who didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all and was happily playing with the kids in the fruit orchard.

But as soon as she stood outside, she would feel bone-piercingly cold.

After being like this a couple of times and showing signs of catching a cold, Yan Jinsu was scolded once by her man, and now she obediently stayed seated on the sofa in the outer living room, reading a book while watching through the bright window the interactions between the children and their granddad.

Yan Jinsu caught sight of her husband the moment he appeared on the small pathway between the fruit trees.

As Xie Jingchen stepped into the house, he saw Yan Jinsu naturally putting down her book, looking like she was about to get up.

"Husband~ You remember that today is the festival, right!" Yan Jinsu blurted out a small complaint as soon as she saw him.

It had been several days since they returned to Qingfeng Village, and her husband had been busy every day. Only last night, when she saw her mother-in-law with her sister-in-law and Chun Mei hurriedly wrapping daikon flatbreads, did she realize that Winter Solstice was upon them.

Back in their old home in Y City, the Winter Solstice was a major holiday. Except for those who were traveling far away and could not return home, most people would try their best to come back, to offer sacrifices to ancestors and have a reunion dinner.

And just yesterday morning, Zhou Xiuhua confirmed with Xie Jingchen how many guests would be coming over, and then they started making the daikon flatbreads.

Fortunately, with Qin Wurong always helping out in the family, and Ma Shan being such a sweet talker and hard worker, with his help, mother-in-law managed to get the five hundred daikon flatbreads that Xie Jingchen wanted done.

The daikon flatbreads made by Jingchen’s family were delicious. The brine-marinated pork belly was chopped fine, mixed with dried shrimp, oil bean skin, shredded daikon, and black fungus, added with chopped green onions, and then wrapped with glutinous rice flour to form a big dumpling shape.

When ready to eat, they could be pan-fried, which was incredibly aromatic. They could also be boiled or steamed for a milder taste, each method delicious in its own way.

"Be careful, wife, of course, I remember. It’s our first Winter Solstice together as a family, no matter how busy, I can’t forget. Today I gave those rascals the day off, and later the soldiers will all come to check in. Then wife, I’ll accompany you to meet everyone."

Xie Jingchen helped his little wife to sit down, glancing casually at the book in her hand, which was about the cultivation of crops. His heart smiled in amusement; his little wife just couldn’t sit still and always found something to do wherever she went.

"Mm, should we prepare red envelopes?" Xie Jingchen’s words softened Yan Jinsu’s heart. She knew her husband wanted his soldiers to recognize her, so they wouldn’t fail to acknowledge her in the future. It was a form of protection for her. Touched, she considerately inquired.

After all, it was a rare occasion, and they were the soldiers closely working with Xie Jingchen, so giving red envelopes would be a nice gesture for the reunion.

"So many red envelopes?" Xie Jingchen thought it over. It wouldn’t hurt to give them, considering it a benefit.

These were subordinates who had followed him for more than three years; naturally, the emotional bond was deep.