The sound of their conversation gradually faded into the distance.
Liu Zhixia never expected that the topic they ended up discussing would actually be her!
So it turned out that even these soldiers loved gossiping.
To suppress her own burning curiosity, Liu Zhixia quietly sent her consciousness into her space.
Recently, many of the foods at home had been brought out from her space.
Ever since she obtained the cultivation space, Liu Zhixia had always felt that the vegetables and fruits grown there tasted much better.
She had almost stopped eating the produce from fresh supermarkets.
The newly merged farming space was indeed impressive. A crop could mature in just one week.
No wonder the original female lead in her previous life was able to help the male lead rise to success. With such a cheat-like advantage, it would have been difficult for her not to prosper.
It was like a pig being carried by the wind—once it was lifted into the sky, even it couldn’t stop flying!
What Liu Zhixia did not know was that the space in Zheng Chunli’s hands was nowhere near as powerful as hers.
A harvest every week was impossible. At most, it only shortened the normal growth cycle of crops. Even the mist inside the space was something Zheng Chunli had never seen.
The next morning.
Liu Zhixia woke up very early.
She peeled two potatoes from her space, took out four eggs from the house, along with a handful of millet and several spoonfuls of flour.
In just a few quick movements, she made eight egg pancakes and stir-fried a large plate of shredded potatoes.
She also cooked four large bowls of millet porridge.
When Zhou Yunting woke up, he saw the young woman using her slender, pale hands to slowly roll up the pancakes.
The egg pancakes looked soft and golden, while the shredded potatoes were cut extremely finely, each strand distinct, almost like a piece of art meant for display.
The scene before him was warm and peaceful.
For a moment, Zhou Yunting felt as if he had stepped into a quiet and beautiful life.
Old Master Zhou and Commander Zhou were both awakened by the tempting aroma of Liu Zhixia’s cooking.
Before Old Master Zhou even opened his eyes, he first sniffed the air.
The more he smelled it, the more awake he became, until he sat straight up.
He shouted:
“It must be our Zhixia making something delicious again!
Looks like this old man really has good fortune…”
Naturally, breakfast ended once again in a complete food frenzy.
After breakfast, Zhou Yunting and Commander Zhou continued resting at home.
Meanwhile, Old Master Zhou and Liu Zhixia went to work on the newly repaired road section.
The construction site was bustling with voices.
With the arrival of this group of young men who were both handsome and had respectable professions, many village women—and even some educated female youths—began to have ideas.
After all, in this era, soldiers received good allowances and benefits.
As a battalion commander, Song Zhihua became the first target of everyone’s attention.
One aunt came over to chat with him for a while, then another uncle handed him a cigarette.
By the time he realized what was happening, he could only avoid people whenever possible.
He truly could not handle the villagers’ enthusiasm.
By the time Liu Zhixia and Old Master Zhou arrived, Song Zhihua had already hidden himself away.
He tried his best to reduce his presence.
But…
Was that girl who came with Old Master Zhou his sister-in-law?
“The peach blossoms bloom brilliantly, the young maiden shines like spring.”
The girl looked like a cold plum blossom blooming in the winter night—elegant, proud, and pure. Her beauty was so striking that it captured everyone’s attention.
What was most eye-catching was her extraordinary aura, something completely natural and impossible to imitate.
No wonder their boss had never been interested in even the most beautiful women in the military. He had only fallen for this one.
Even more precious was this girl’s deep affection.
She was delicate and beautiful, yet she was willing to accompany their boss through hardship and struggle in this muddy life.
However, Liu Zhixia’s overly stunning appearance still made Song Zhihua somewhat worried.
In the past, no one would dare have designs on the Zhou family.
But with such beauty during this era…
Was it a blessing or a disaster?
The villagers nearby were also staring.
They felt that Liu Zhixia seemed even more beautiful than before.
She had already been very pretty in the past, but now she seemed even more radiant.
Sun Haomin glanced at Zheng Chunli.
Their eyes met, and they understood each other’s thoughts without words.
Old Master Zhou pushed two carts of sand before he finally couldn’t continue.
After all, he was already old.
Several soldiers nearby wanted to help him many times, but they forced themselves to hold back.
Suddenly, Liu Zhixia noticed that the old man seemed exhausted and handed him a water bottle.
“Grandpa Zhou, how many times have I told you? Let me do it.
Everyone’s workload is fixed. I’ll quickly finish your share for you!”
Her voice was clear, and her beautiful eyes were filled with disapproval.
After saying that, she took Old Master Zhou’s cart and began pushing and unloading sand back and forth at an astonishing speed.
For ordinary villagers, and even for soldiers, this kind of labor was difficult.
But in front of Liu Zhixia—a powerful martial artist—it was nothing at all.
She simply treated it as a warm-up exercise.
In one morning, Liu Zhixia not only completed her own and Old Master Zhou’s entire day’s workload.
She even helped several elderly villagers finish theirs as well.
Everyone was stunned.
A delicate-looking young woman could work so quickly, and her strength seemed endless.
They were all embarrassed.
They felt as if they had become a burden to everyone else.
As for Zhou Yunting’s subordinates, they had already been shocked numb.
They wanted to shout.
They wanted to run up to Liu Zhixia and ask her.
How did she have such incredible strength?
How did she have such endless energy?
Song Zhihua looked at Old Master Zhou sitting leisurely on the ground drinking water and sighed.
The wife their commander had found was truly filial.
Just look at the old commander’s expression—it was as if the word “proud” had been written across his forehead.
As expected of their commander.
He himself was extraordinary, and the wife he found was no less impressive.
At noon.
When Liu Zhixia and Old Master Zhou returned home, Zhou Yunting happened to be limping back.
He was carrying some mushrooms in his hand, apparently picked from the mountains.
Liu Zhixia guessed that he had probably gone out to investigate what happened yesterday.
Even though he was no longer serving in the army…
His heart still belonged there.
She nodded at him and smiled warmly.
“You’re back.”
The man responded gently.
Old Master Zhou watched them and shook his head.
His own foolish grandson…
Zhixia was such a wonderful girl. He was truly afraid this boy would lose her.
With such a cold personality, what girl would like him?
Liu Zhixia did not know what Old Master Zhou was thinking.
She entered the house and found the bamboo basket where the ingredients were stored in the corner.
She took out a rack of ribs, two cucumbers, and a handful of chives.
Worried that the fragrance would spread outside and attract unnecessary trouble, Liu Zhixia used her inner energy to guide the aroma into her space.
She first blanched the ribs, washed them clean, fried them briefly in oil, then placed them into the pot to slowly simmer.
She chopped the chives into small pieces and mixed them into eggs.
She smashed the cucumbers into a cold dish and steamed rice.
Originally, Song Zhihua had come over at noon to deliver steamed buns.
But when he saw the three dishes on the table and the soft, white rice…
His throat unconsciously moved.
He awkwardly tightened his grip on the buns in his hand.
Suddenly, he felt that his gift was a little embarrassing.
Looking at the golden chive egg pancakes, the fresh smashed cucumbers, and the mouthwatering braised ribs…
If he hadn’t looked up and seen the surroundings—
A shabby thatched house, no mistake—
Song Zhihua would have thought he had come to the wrong place.
Could they really eat this well?
No wonder the commander and Old Master Zhou did not look as worn down as he had imagined.
With meals like this…
How could they possibly look haggard?