In the middle of the night, Xiang Ying was hugging the children, sleeping in the tent.
But she was really a bit hungry.
She hardly ate anything for dinner.
Not because she didn't want to eat, but because she felt that the stewed cabbage and meat couldn't satisfy her picky stomach.
She simply went into her magical space, ordered from the kitchen first, choosing a bunch of braised dishes.
Braised pig's trotters, duck heads, and a pot of spicy and numbing skewers, all flavorful enough.
Taking advantage of this time, Xiang Ying went upstairs to check on her gardening results.
The watermelons still needed a bit more time to mature, while the cherry trees were already heavy with fruit.
"So sweet!" She tasted two cherries, and was pleasantly surprised.
The produce from the space was just different.
She planned to pick some cherries tomorrow to give to the children, they would surely like them.
