Chapter 126: Addicted
“Mother.” Er Ya reached out her small hand to hug Chen Guifang, tears falling pattering down.
She also really wanted Daddy to wake up. Daddy had said he would take her to the City to play.
“Er Ya, why is Mother’s life so bitter?” Chen Guifang hugged her daughter back, leaning on her tender shoulder, tears falling rustling down.
Er Ya was at a loss, only knowing to shout for Mother not to cry.
Mother and daughter hugged together in the room, crying sorrowfully, yet didn’t notice Zhou Shi quietly taking her son and running out.
Lin Jianshan came back from the field and found the room in a mess, with Zhou Shi and her son both gone.
Upon asking, he learned that Zhou Shi might have taken her son back to her maternal family home. He cursed a couple times, then immediately hitched up the donkey cart to chase after them.
When Liu Shi found out, she clamored that when Lin Jianshan returned, she would make him divorce Zhou Shi.
After cursing for a while, she began to worry about her own man again.
He had gone to the City early in the morning, and now it was almost dark—why hadn’t he come back yet?
The story splits into two.
Shi Tou strolled around the Village and came back to report to his sister.
“Sis, the Lin Family is making a fuss again. I heard Lin Dajia took the child away. Liu Shi is cursing in the courtyard, and Lin Jianshan has already driven the donkey cart to chase after them.”
Shang Wan was washing the bok choy in the bucket and asked upon hearing this, “Has the Village Chief returned?”
“Nope.” Shi Tou said, “The sun has already set. I reckon he won’t be back tonight.”
He looked at the fresh and juicy bok choy, saliva automatically secreting in his mouth. “Sis, are we eating bok choy tonight?”
Shang Wan looked at him. “Don’t want to eat it?”
“Want, want, of course I want.” Shi Tou grinned sheepishly. “We only get to eat it every other day, so I’ll eat more tonight.”
Shang Wan shook off the excess water from the vegetable leaves and handed one to him.
Shi Tou took it and crunched into it, feeling like the bok choy from their home could be eaten like fruit.
Seeing Mother giving Uncle Shi Tou special treatment, Little Friend Yuan Yuan smelled it and came over.
“Mother!” Yuan Yuan stretched out a pair of fair little meat hands. Cub wants some too!
Shang Wan smilingly handed her one as well.
Yuan Yuan blinked her eyes, swinging her empty little hand up and down, reminding her mother that the other little hand didn’t have any bok choy.
“More!”
Little Brother wants one too.
Shang Wan glanced at Liang Liang not far away and placed a bok choy in Yuan Yuan’s empty little hand.
Only then did Yuan Yuan go back contentedly and munch on bok choy with Little Brother.
Shang Wan put the washed bok choy in the bamboo basket beside her and asked Shi Tou, “What do you feel after eating the bok choy?”
Shi Tou said, “Sweet and fresh, feels very comfortable after eating.”
He couldn’t describe exactly how comfortable, but anyway, the taste was quite addictive.
Shang Wan thoughtfully stared at the bok choy in the basket.
Shi Tou finished munching the bok choy with lingering enjoyment and asked, “Sis, does the bok choy we planted in the field taste like this too?”
“Not necessarily.” Shang Wan shrugged. “Judging by the current growth, in a few more days the bok choy in the field will be ready to eat. You can pull one up and try then.”
The bok choy seeds produced from the Space, when planted in the field, grew faster than ordinary bok choy and especially attracted small animals.
If not for Yuan Yuan keeping watch, the bok choy in the field would have long been devoured by the small animals.
A few days ago, another batch of bok choy from the Space was harvested. This time Shang Wan only planted half an acre, and it didn’t turn into a bok choy tree—just normally matured.
Although the taste was the same as the bok choy shaken down from the bok choy tree, the yield was much less.
Shang Wan pondered whether turning into a bok choy tree was just a sudden mutation, so after harvesting this batch of bok choy, she planted another batch—this time a whole acre.
To speed up the bok choy’s growth, Shang Wan didn’t stint on Spiritual Spring Water. Under the ton ton ton irrigation of Spiritual Spring Water, this batch of bok choy matured in just three days.
This time, Shang Wan kept her consciousness immersed in the Space right as the bok choy was about to mature, personally witnessing the bok choy in the Spiritual Field disappear into thin air, then a bok choy tree suddenly sprouting next to the bok choy tree, taller by a section.
She reckoned that one needed to plant a whole acre of the same crop in the Spiritual Field to have a chance of it turning into a tree.
The batch of bok choy Shang Wan was washing now was the newly harvested one. She wanted to try if there was any difference between this bok choy and the one not irrigated with Spiritual Spring Water.
These days, bok choy had suddenly become everyone’s favorite vegetable, even more liked than meat.
Seeing there was bok choy soup again for dinner that evening, everyone consciously picked up their bowls to ladle soup first, drinking soup before eating rice, or else it would be gone in a bit.
Gao Yan directly sighed that Xiao Huan’s culinary skills were good—a simple bok choy soup could be made so delicious.
Xiao Huan thought to herself that she had only added water and a pinch of salt, nothing else. Who knew what variety her sister’s bok choy was.
After the meal, Ma Jieyong quietly muttered to his master that this was his first time eating with the host family, and not only had he not lost weight, he’d even gained some.
He SIZhi helplessly patted him. This silly apprentice, why did he blurt out everything?
When starlight filled the sky, everyone went back to their sheds to rest.
Shang Wan chatted with Lu Chengjing for a bit, then hugging him, fell into a hazy sleep.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly woke up from the heat.
It wasn’t her who was hot—it was Lu Chengjing.
The person at her side had flushed red cheeks from fever, his long brows tightly furrowed, lips moving as if murmuring in his sleep, forehead covered in fine sweat.
Shang Wan reached out to touch—it was scorchingly hot.
She pried open Lu Chengjing’s mouth and fed two drops of Spiritual Spring Water inside.
Unexpectedly, this time the Spiritual Spring Water not only didn’t reduce Lu Chengjing’s fever, but was like adding fuel to the fire. Shang Wan felt Lu Chengjing was about to combust.
She threw on her outer garment and fetched well water to physically cool him down.
She had just placed the towel on Lu Chengjing’s forehead when the partition door was suddenly knocked on.
“Sis, Yuan Yuan has a fever.” Xiao Huan’s voice carried anxiety.
Shang Wan quickly opened the door and ran to check on her daughter.
Yuan Yuan was like her dad, her little face flushed red from fever, but awake. Her big eyes were brightly eerie, like a wolf at night.
“Mother!”
Her hot little body pounced into Shang Wan’s arms, rubbing all the sweat from her little head onto Shang Wan’s shoulder.
Shang Wan gently patted her and softly asked, “Good cub, where do you feel unwell?”
Yuan Yuan nuzzled and nuzzled, then lifted her little head to stare at her mother. “Three! Go!”
Shang Wan frowned. “You want to go into the mountain now?”
Yuan Yuan vigorously nodded her little head. “Go!”
Seeing Yuan Yuan’s unusual state, Shang Wan vaguely guessed something and no longer delayed. She told Xiao Huan to first go to the partition to take care of Lu Chengjing. If the high fever wouldn’t go down, then wake Shi Tou and send him to the Yuan Family to take a look.
Her figure flickered and disappeared.
The mountain forest that should have been in deep sleep was now in turmoil, animals racing toward the foot of the mountain as if influenced by something.
Until Shang Wan appeared holding Yuan Yuan, at which the animals all stopped abruptly, several pairs of beast eyes fixed unblinkingly on Yuan Yuan.
The clamor ceased, and the mountain forest instantly fell into an eerily quiet stillness.
Stared at by a group of wild beasts, Yuan Yuan showed no fear at all. A strange light flashed in her eyes as her little hand pointed at the leopard in front, her soft and milky voice commanding, “Come!”
