Ji He readily agreed and rode her new bike home.

Upon arriving, she rode straight into the courtyard, locked the gate behind her, changed her shoes, and headed into the kitchen to cook herself some noodles.

After a long day, she was starving, so she opted for something quick—tomato and egg noodles.

While cooking, she realized she had forgotten to buy eggs. Fortunately, she still had two left at home, enough for this meal.

If she wanted more eggs later, she’d have to use the oversized ones from her space.

At noon, she had remembered to feed the livestock, but she herself had only eaten a single piece of bread. She felt like she was living worse than the animals in her space.

As she ate, she focused her consciousness into her space. Seeing that the livestock were all fine, she relaxed—until she noticed something that made her expression stiffen.

What were the cows and sheep doing?

The grass seeds she had planted just yesterday had sprouted quickly, but these ungrateful animals were now greedily munching on the tender shoots, heads down and eyes shut in bliss.

In no time, they had stripped the ground bare and were moving on to another patch.

Ji He’s mouth twitched. She didn’t even need to ask—these grass seeds were a lost cause.

It was her fault for being inexperienced and impatient. She had let the livestock in before the grass had grown properly, practically setting herself up for failure.

Since it had already happened, she didn’t dwell on it. She quickly finished eating.

It wasn’t a big deal. Even though this batch of grass seeds was ruined, she could try other methods—like planting them on the small hillside where she had fruit tree saplings.

Grass seeds were easy to plant, so it wouldn’t take much time.

After washing the dishes, Ji He used a hose to fill up a barrel with water before checking on the potatoes and sweet potatoes she had set aside for sprouting.

They were thriving, with long, healthy shoots. It seemed her space was an excellent environment for plant growth.

She carefully removed the sprouted sweet potato pieces from the soil, placed them in a water basin, and then returned them to the space, planning to transplant them once the vines had grown longer.

The potatoes were easier to deal with. After just one day, they had sprouted multiple buds. Ji He cut them into large chunks, ensuring each piece had two or three buds, then coated them with wood ash and set them aside.

In no time, she had prepared a small basin of potato pieces.

Next, she checked the corn seeds that had been soaking for a day. They looked good, too.

She stored the potatoes and corn back in her space, then entered herself, grabbed a hoe, and started digging furrows for planting, following the methods she had seen in videos.

She didn’t have that many potato pieces, but she still managed to plant about 15 square meters.

Then, she planted the corn using a similar process, leaving around 20 square meters for sweet potatoes.

Once the black soil was fully planted, Ji He went up the hill and sowed grass seeds in the gaps between the fruit trees.

Even after using up all her grass seeds, she had only covered about a third of the small hillside. This area was much larger than the black soil patch.

After finishing the planting, she checked on the bees. They seemed to have adapted well and no longer reacted aggressively to her presence.

Not just the bees—every animal she had brought into the space was unusually docile and obedient toward her.

She made some sugar water for the bees to prevent them from starving before the flowers bloomed, then moved on to feeding the livestock and aquatic animals.

Even though she worked quickly, it still took her over an hour to finish all the tasks in her space.

With the daily limit of three hours in the space, she barely had any time left after essential tasks. Saving up all three hours in one go was just wishful thinking.

Luckily, her life was stable now, so she could take her time accumulating space usage.

After finishing her work in the space, Ji He lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before pulling out her phone. She picked up the business card from the appliance store owner and dialed the number.

After some thought, she had decided to use her 50,000 yuan to buy fuel for storage.

Following some bargaining, the owner agreed to sell her 3,000 liters of diesel and 2,500 liters of gasoline for 50,000 yuan, plus five extra gas canisters as a bonus.

After confirming the pickup time for the next day, Ji He hung up the phone.

With that, she had spent all her money, leaving only about 1,000 yuan in her pocket.

She lay in bed for another ten minutes before getting up to start working again.

She wasn’t worried about having no money. She just needed to work hard and earn more. With her space, she wouldn’t starve!

Ji He turned on the TV and put on a variety show, then sat on a small stool, put on gloves, and began thoroughly cleaning sheep intestines.

Thanks to years of working different jobs, she was skilled at this kind of work.

Her plan was to make a pot of lamb offal soup to test the market. If it sold well, she could make a decent profit.

If it didn’t sell well, she’d just eat it herself.

In addition to the soup, she planned to offer quick-boiled tripe and cold offal dishes.

Once she had cleaned the intestines, she set them aside.

Then she went to the kitchen and began preparing the seasoning for the large iron pot.

The alien animals had different bone structures compared to those on Earth. She planned to keep the bones for herself and only sell the chopped-up, unidentifiable organ meats.

For her first day, she would offer lamb soup, quick-boiled tripe, and braised duck and goose intestines.

Once cut into bite-sized pieces, no one would be able to tell the difference.

Ji He’s kitchen had an old-fashioned wood-burning stove, an induction cooker, and a gas stove.

She had used the induction cooker to make noodles earlier, but now she opted for the wood stove.

Sitting on a stool, she stacked firewood into the stove, lit some dry grass with a match, and watched as the flames caught. Then, she added the cleaned lamb offal to blanch, skimming off the foam as it boiled.

She included not just the intestines but also the sheep’s cheek meat.

Her goal was to use high-quality ingredients and hopefully gain some loyal customers.

As the soup simmered, she moved to another section of the kitchen to prepare the braising ingredients.

She also planned to braise goose heads, duck heads, and chicken heads—not for sale, but for herself. She needed food, too.

Alongside the meats, she sliced vegetables like lotus root and potatoes to add later.

By the time she finished in the kitchen, it was past 1 AM.

Another day without the game starting.

How often did this thing activate, anyway?

Feeling sleepy, Ji He yawned, double-checked that all fires were out, turned off the running water, and headed to the bathroom for a shower before collapsing into bed.

The next morning, she woke up right on time.

The clock read 6 AM, and the temperature outside was 32°C.

Since she was already awake, she got up and continued filling her water barrels.

She grabbed a braised duck head and started eating.

Salty, fragrant, and spicy—the flavors were incredible.

The duck had a unique taste that local breeds didn’t have, and the meat was satisfyingly chewy. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made it better, but it was delicious.

The duck heads were large and meaty. After eating two, Ji He finally stopped.