Chapter 9: Test the Spring Water with a Little Chicken First

Sure enough, there was meat for dinner, and it was still He Ziqing’s hometown dish—roasted meat in a clay pot.

There was also a pot of tofu cubes and eggs. Although the flavor was just a hint of salt, it was already incredibly delicious to Qiu Yinuo.

She took a bite of meat, then a mouthful of rice, and her mouth was practically dripping with oil.

It was so fragrant!

So delicious that tears almost welled up in her eyes!

She could indulge like this only during the confinement period.

No matter how good the conditions were, she couldn’t keep eating like this every day. Just thinking about it made her heart ache!

Qiu Yinuo ate so much that she felt stuffed. She lay on the kang and continued burping.

Shao Xingchen, who was beside her, wriggled his little bottom, trying to move as far away from her as possible, wishing he could be 800 meters away.

Unfortunately, his body was too soft. Apart from tilting his body slightly, he hadn’t moved an inch.

Qiu Yinuo thought he had peed and touched his diaper.

Shao Xingchen: “…”

Could she stop touching him out of the blue, especially in that indescribable place?

Although he was still young and had even started to get used to it, his mental age didn’t allow him to be so casually touched.

Qiu Yinuo burped again. “How strange, you didn’t pee, so why are you wriggling like that?”

She extended a finger to gently touch his mouth, checking if he was looking for milk, but the little guy immediately dodged without thinking.

“Not hungry either, burppp…”

The sour burp that followed made Shao Xingchen start crying. Stinky mom!

His pitiful sobs almost melted Qiu Yinuo’s heart.

Oh my, how cute her son was.

Afraid of waking up her second baby, she quickly picked up the first baby and comforted him, “Don’t cry, our Dabao is the best.”

But who knew, the little one continued crying while dodging her, his face turning bright red.

Even though she was his biological mom, she could honestly say she was a little annoyed.

Seeing him shake his little head and squirm away, Qiu Yinuo finally understood. “You little rascal, are you rejecting your own mom?”

Erbao, who had been sleeping soundly beside them, had now begun to frown and slightly opened his small mouth.

Qiu Yinuo really dreaded the possibility of both of them crying at once, so she quickly used one hand to gently pat the second baby, successfully lulling him back to sleep.

Looking at Dabao again, she felt both exasperated and amused.

At this point, she had no choice but to compromise. She turned her head away, trying her best to keep her mouth from getting too close to this little rascal.

With as much patience as she could muster, she gently patted him while saying, “Alright, alright, our Dabao is the best. Mommy will go brush her teeth now. Don’t cry, okay?”

She wasn’t sure if the little one actually understood, but he really did stop crying.

Qiu Yinuo had planned to be lazy for a little while longer before washing up, but well—so much for that plan.

He Ziqing had just finished cleaning up the kitchen. “Sister Yinuo, are you going to wash your face and brush your teeth?”

“Yes.”

She took the chance to tell He Ziqing how Dabao had shown clear disdain for her, which made He Ziqing burst out laughing.

“Sister Yinuo, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Dabao actually has a bit of a cleanliness obsession. Erbao has some of it too, but he’s not as picky as Dabao. He can’t wait even a second.”

“Really? They’re so young, how can you even tell?”

He Ziqing boiled some hot water. Even though it was only September and not cold, she still didn’t dare let Yinuo use cold water.

By the time they were done talking, Qiu Yinuo had already finished washing up.

“Qingqing, it’s getting late. You should go to bed soon!”

“Sister Yinuo, do you really not want me to help you with one of the babies?”

“If I leave him with you, you’ll have to bring him back for feeding in the middle of the night. It’s too much trouble. You should rest well tonight so you can help me take care of them during the day. I’ll catch up on sleep during the day.”

“Alright, if things get too hectic tonight, just call me.”

In truth, taking care of the little ones wasn’t too difficult. They only cried when they needed to eat, drink, or be changed; the rest of the time, they were either sleeping or quietly playing with their tiny fingers.

They wouldn’t cry out of nowhere, and they were surprisingly obedient for such young infants.

After finishing up, Qiu Yinuo went straight back to her room and gave both her sons a gentle goodnight kiss.

Shao Xingchen, who was just about to fall asleep, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, squinting in the dim light to find his mother.

Once he confirmed her presence, he didn’t hesitate to roll his eyes at her.

What kind of mother is that?

Then, he promptly closed his eyes again and let out a faint snore.

Qiu Yinuo paused in surprise. Seeing that her eldest son was truly asleep, she whispered in disbelief, “Did that little guy just roll his eyes at me?”

“Hmph, this cheeky brat acts like a little adult already.”

After tucking the younger one’s blanket in more securely, Qiu Yinuo slipped into her space.

She had decided to use the whole night to explore and figure out everything within it.

The space was like an uncharted forest, vast and endless. It was so large that her two legs couldn’t walk through it all.

What fascinated her the most were the continuous springs within the space, just like the ones in What intrigued her most were the endless springs bubbling up inside the space, the typical feature in a novel’s magical realm: healing spiritual springs that could cure all illnesses.

She hardly believed her luck—besides the library pavilion, she now had this space and its springs.

However, she didn’t dare drink the water herself and planned to have Qingqing buy two baby chicks the next day.

The next morning, while having breakfast, Qiu Yinuo brought up the idea of getting baby chicks.

“Once they start laying eggs, the babies will always have enough food. Even if they don’t lay eggs, we can kill the chickens during holidays and have some extra meat.”

“Alright, I’ll build a fence in the southeast corner of the yard. It’ll be perfect for raising chickens.”

They were city residents, not like those in rural areas who shared meals from a communal pot, so they weren’t too particular about things.

Plus, they had their own yard, so no one could interfere with them. Raising two chickens was already the limit; any more wouldn’t work.

He Ziqing was quite capable. By midday, she had already brought the baby chicks back.

When He Ziqing wasn’t looking, Qiu Yinuo secretly fed the chicks some of the spring water.

She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but the chicks didn’t seem to be eating much, though they drank water constantly.

After observing them for the whole afternoon and seeing no issues, she felt reassured.

Later that night, she fed them another large bowl of spring water. The chicks again focused on drinking water, hardly eating anything.

He Ziqing noticed this too. “That’s strange. Are these chicks so thirsty? They’re not eating much, just drinking water.”

Qiu Yinuo observed the chicks for a few more days and saw that they were growing well, with no problems. Only then did she start drinking the spring water herself.

The water was sweet and refreshing, even better than the Beverly Hills 90H20 bottled water she had once drunk in her previous life.

At noon during feeding, Dabao took his first sip of milk and immediately noticed something different about his mother’s milk today.

Shao Xingchen: … Isn’t this the spiritual spring from his space?

Mom!

She finally drank the spring water! He thought he’d have to wait much longer to get a taste.

All Qiu Yinuo could hear was the sound of gulping. It was obvious how much Dabao loved it.

As soon as Dabao finished drinking, He Ziqing took him aside to burp.

When it was Erbao’s turn, the little one clearly paused for a moment.

Qiu Yinuo whispered, “Erbao, why aren’t you drinking? Don’t you like the taste?”

Shao Xingchen thought to himself that his younger brother was a bit like a wild boar who couldn’t eat fine feed. Then he heard his mother gasp sharply and grind her teeth, saying, “Those sharp teeth bites really hurt.”

He silently repeated in his mind: biological, biological, biological.

He had to hold it in. He was still young. He couldn’t hit him yet, but once he got a little bigger, he would.