Chapter 103: Where’s Her Bok Choy
The moon sank as the crow rose, and the morning mist dispersed.
The loud crowing of the rooster woke the yellow ox resting under the tree.
The ewe also woke up. Xiao Huan carried a small wooden bucket, trying to milk it for Yuan Yuan’s breakfast.
However, the ewe had a bad temper. As soon as Xiao Huan reached out, it lowered its head and charged, kicking over the small wooden bucket several times.
“I’ll do it.” Shang Wan walked over holding a warm cloth towel.
“Sis, be careful. It kicks people.”
“Okay.” Shang Wan took the small wooden bucket, sat sideways beside the ewe, first wiped it clean with the warm towel, then under Xiao Huan’s guidance, massaged first before milking.
She had never milked a goat before, and her technique was quite clumsy, but fortunately Xiao Huan’s guidance was very reliable.
Under their joint efforts, the bottom of the small wooden bucket was gradually covered with milky white goat milk.
Xiao Huan kept vigilantly staring at the ewe, worried it would lift its hoof and kick over the small bucket.
But miraculously, the ewe showed no tendency to kick at all except for bleating a few times, and it slowly chewed tender grass in its mouth.
Xiao Huan: “…”
So the ewe kicked her simply because it thought she was easy to bully?
After milking half a small bucket, Shang Wan felt it was enough and stopped, wiped the ewe’s udder clean with the cloth towel, and handed the half bucket of goat milk to Xiao Huan to boil in the large pot.
After the ewe gave birth to the lamb, the lactation period was generally only two months.
After two months, the doe should also give birth, which could take over perfectly.
Shang Wan added some bean feed to the ewe, and some to the yellow ox’s feed trough. On the surface, she watched the two eat, but in reality, her mind had already sunk into the space.
She held a mood of anticipation for the harvest, but unexpectedly, what greeted her was not a patch of fresh bok choy, but a bare spiritual field.
Shang Wan hurriedly went to the small wooden house to check, but there was none.
She checked the spiritual spring pool again, but still none.
Where was her bok choy?
It flew away?!
Wait! When did her space gain an extra tree?
This tree was about ten feet tall, with a very bizarre shape. No matter how Shang Wan looked at it from left or right, it looked like a gigantic… bok choy.
Could it be that the bok choy in the spiritual field had turned into this thing?
Shang Wan touched the bok choy tree with her consciousness.
The bok choy tree shook gently, a layer of misty green light gradually enveloped the trunk, followed by pattering sounds like giving birth to offspring, dropping bok choy downward, quickly piling up a heap.
Shang Wan: “…”
She poked the bok choy tree with her consciousness again.
Another pattering sound, and a pile of bok choy fell down, looking like there were at least a hundred plants.
At the same time, near the base of the bok choy tree, the outermost cabbage leaf gradually became transparent, and under Shang Wan’s gaze, turned into a ball of green light that fell into the small wooden house.
Shang Wan followed and looked over. On the floor of the small wooden house, there was now a pile of reddish-brown small round grains, similar to the vegetable seeds Aunt Zhou had given her.
So, she planted a patch of bok choy and harvested a bok choy tree. This bok choy tree could not only shake off a considerable number of bok choy, but also produce a pile of seeds after shaking?
Was she not dreaming?
Shang Wan withdrew her consciousness from the space, took two deep breaths, confirmed her mind was clear, then sank her consciousness into the space again.
The bok choy tree was still there, the bok choy on the ground was still there, and the vegetable seeds in the small wooden house were still there.
Everything was real.
Shang Wan: !!!
“Sis!” Shi Tou raised his voice. What was his sister spacing out here for?
“Ah?” Shang Wan came back to her senses. “What?”
Shi Tou said, “The noodles are cooked. If you don’t eat soon, they’ll clump up.”
“Oh, okay.” Shang Wan stood up and went with Shi Tou to have breakfast.
Yuan Yuan sat in Lu Chengjing’s arms, holding her own small milk bottle and gulping it down. Seeing Shang Wan come over, she immediately let go of her mouth and sweetly called out, “Mom!”
“Good girl.” Shang Wan reached out to touch her little head and sat down beside Lu Chengjing.
Gao Yan and Shi Tou helped Xiao Huan bring over the noodle bowls.
The noodles were served in large porcelain bowls, with half covered in scalded vegetable leaves and half topped with meat sauce floating in red oil.
The meat sauce was stir-fried last night. Xiao Huan chopped up the last bit of wild boar pork, marinated it, stir-fried it with chopped vegetable leaves, stored it in an earthenware pot sealed with a layer of red oil. Whenever they wanted to eat, they could take it out to mix with noodles or stir-fry vegetables, and it was fragrant.
The aroma drilled straight into their noses, awakening their stomachs that had been idle all night.
They slurped down the noodles vigorously. The vegetable leaves were refreshing, the meat sauce flavorful but not spicy, paired with chewy noodles. One bowl wasn’t enough; they wanted another.
Ma Jieyong ate the fastest, gulping it down, and even drank half a bowl of the soup.
Xiao Huan noticed and reminded him, “There’s more in the pot. Get more if it’s not enough.”
Ma Jieyong indeed wasn’t full. He had a big appetite and had never eaten his fill while working at the host family before.
The first time he went to the host family to work with his master, he got glared at by the host family for eating an extra vegetable bun, complaining he ate too much, and even caused his master to have wages deducted.
Although his master didn’t blame him, he felt bad about it. After that, when eating at the host family, he only ate as much as they gave him, not daring to eat any more.
Although one bowl of noodles wasn’t enough, drinking the soup could fill him halfway, but unexpectedly Xiao Huan noticed.
Ma Jieyong’s face reddened a bit, though it wasn’t very obvious under his dark skin color. He said, “It’s enough.”
“Big Brother Ma, don’t be polite. Building houses is hard labor. You need to eat your fill to have the strength to work.” Shi Tou grabbed Ma Jieyong’s porcelain bowl from the table and went to ladle more noodles for him.
Ma Jieyong couldn’t stop him and scratched his head awkwardly, looking at Shang Wan and Lu Chengjing, afraid they would show displeasure.
Who knew the two weren’t paying attention to him at all.
Shang Wan was still thinking about the changes in the space, pondering what caused this change. And Lu Chengjing was fully focused on Yuan Yuan.
Perhaps smelling the aroma of the meat sauce, little friend Yuan Yuan tried to sneak a grab with her small hand while her daddy wasn’t paying attention.
Lu Chengjing naturally couldn’t let her get her hands full of it. Besides, the meat sauce was too salty for a little baby girl. He guarded strictly, fighting wits and courage with his daughter in between bites of noodles.
Yuan Yuan failed several times to get the meat sauce, her pink little mouth almost pouting to the sky.
Xiao Huan saw this, smiled and comforted the little one. “Yuan Yuan, be good. The meat sauce is too salty; you can’t eat it. Auntie will cook meatball soup for you at noon.”
Yuan Yuan clenched her small hand into a fist and held it up for Aunt Xiao Huan to see. “Big!”
“Okay, one as big as a fist.” Xiao Huan readily agreed.
Yuan Yuan’s eyes immediately sparkled. She held her milk bottle and handed it over. “Auntie!”
Xiao Huan chuckled. “Auntie doesn’t drink it. Yuan Yuan drinks.”
Yuan Yuan then nodded her little head and continued gulping from her milk bottle.
After the meal, they rested a bit. Shang Wan came out of the wooden shed carrying a cloth bag, drew a large bucket of water from the well, and called out to Shi Tou, “Let’s go check the field.”
“Wait for me to get the hoe.” Shi Tou put down the medical book, ran to the side of the wooden shed, shouldered the hoe lying on the ground, and quickly caught up.
He grabbed the wooden bucket to carry it, asking curiously, “Sis, what’s in the bag?”
“Vegetable seeds.” Shang Wan opened it for him to see. “We’ll scatter them in the field in a bit.”
The vegetable seeds were plump and shiny, clearly good seeds.
Shi Tou felt that with such vegetable seeds, he could definitely grow good vegetables.
