The wicked wife is pregnant again and again, and she takes her whole family flying with her spatial

The second day in the snow village.

The children's sleep schedules were disrupted due to jet lag.

Yu Lian drank some spiritual spring water and did not let the time difference affect her daily routine.

But in this stress-free environment, she slept in for the first time today, before slowly getting up and making a simple breakfast for the children.

While cooking, looking at the limited variety of ingredients in the kitchen, she suddenly remembered that she had a lot of other ingredients in her own space.

Over the years, apart from the spiritual spring water, she has gradually reduced her dependence on the space, unlike when she first obtained it, when she wanted to make use of it every moment.

But now, her life is becoming more and more fulfilling, and she rarely uses the space. Apart from going to the pharmaceutical factory to replenish the spiritual spring water every month, she rarely uses it. She understands the importance of the space to her and is gradually learning to control herself to cope with the day when she has no space.

Before the child woke up, she entered the space, first drank some spiritual spring water, and immediately felt refreshed. Then she took some ingredients for cooking.

Inside the small space, there were many things she had stored there. After a quick glance, she had a general idea of ​​what was going on and then left the space.

She washed a plate of cherry tomatoes and prepared the local bread using Chinese methods, making it unique.

After preparing the meal, I went upstairs to call the children down for breakfast.

He Ningchuan exclaimed in surprise at the snow scene outside the window, then covered his mouth, afraid that the old lady next door would hear him and come knocking on the door again.

They hadn't realized that the heavy snow that started last night hadn't stopped, and the entrance was now blocked up to a height of one person.

Yu Lian went to wake the children up and drew back the curtains, only to discover that something was wrong.

"Wow! Look, Mom! It's like cotton candy. If I jump in now, won't it feel soft and sweet?"

He Ningze listened to his younger brother's foolish remarks and sighed silently: "All you know is eating. What if you knock out your teeth if you jump down?"

The children started bickering early in the morning, full of energy.

Yu Lian's worries completely disappeared; as long as the child could adapt to the local environment and climate, that was all that mattered.

After breakfast, Yu Lian called her local friends to check on the situation. The town was experiencing a rare blizzard that wasn't going to stop anytime soon, and they were advised to stay quietly in their snow huts and not wander off.

Once the snow stops, the local government will be responsible for cleaning up; the owner is in charge of cleaning their snow hut. According to my friend, this happens several times a year, and as soon as the snow stops, someone will come to clean it up, so she shouldn't worry.

Seeing this, Yu Lian felt relieved and followed the children to do their own things in the house. Although there was nothing to do for the time being, she started preparing lunch early in the morning.

After asking the children their opinions, they said they wanted to eat xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and wontons. Yu Lian started kneading and letting the dough rest, while she chopped meat and prepared the filling.

Once the filling was prepared and the dough had risen, she and her children began making xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

This way of getting along made Yu Lian feel like she had returned to the beginning. She cherished the time she spent with the children, indulging in a relaxed atmosphere where nothing bad ever happened around her. This was the life she wanted.

After finishing the steamed buns, Yu Lian started rolling out wonton wrappers. She thought she would make a lot so she could cook them whenever she wanted, which would be more convenient in the cold weather.

While the wontons were being made, the steamed dumplings were already cooked, and the children couldn't resist starting to eat them.

"Mom, is the fruit I left on the balcony still edible?"

Yesterday, while eating fruit, some of the children suddenly had a whimsical idea: they wanted to eat frozen fruit, but not frozen in the refrigerator; they wanted to freeze it on a snowdrift.

"Eating this might give you diarrhea."

"Then I won't eat it, can I just play with it in my hand?"

Since he was so obedient, Yu Lian nodded and went with him.

Soon, the two brothers carried bowls full of steamed buns upstairs to the second-floor balcony.

More than ten minutes passed, and Yu Lian, who hadn't heard any movement, came upstairs. The balcony door was wide open, and as soon as Yu Lian stepped out, she caught a glimpse of a hurried figure leaving from the second floor of the small villa next door.

Where's your bowl?

He Ningze pointed to the opposite side and said, "That grandma just now said she was hungry and asked us to give her some food, so I gave it to her."

Although the two small villas were very close together, there was still some distance between them, too far for even an adult to pass. How did he manage to hand the bowl to the other person?

"How did you hand it over?"

He Ningze imitated his grandmother's actions: "Mom, look, if this thing is a long stick with a net attached, I can do this and then deliver the food."

Yu Lian looked over and saw a stick with a net lying under the opposite balcony. The next second, seeing the snow-covered town and the snow almost submerging the first-floor door, Yu Lian understood.

"Did you only see Grandma? Did you not see anyone else?"

The two children nodded.

I remember when the old lady knocked on the door yesterday, she was wearing a coat and had red marks on her face, probably from accidentally pressing them down while sleeping. Her plane ticket was sticking out of her pocket, so she probably had just arrived and hadn't settled in yet.

They're trapped in the snow and can't get out, so it's hard to get supplies to them. They must be hungry, otherwise they wouldn't be begging for food from the children.

"Mom, you said frozen fruit can cause diarrhea, won't that grandma get diarrhea after eating it?"

Upon hearing the child's comment, Yu Lian realized that several apples she had placed on the balcony were missing. After only half a second of thought, Yu Lian decided to give the elderly woman some food.

I took the children downstairs, found a porcelain bowl that was still warm, sacrificed my steamer cloth for steaming xiaolongbao, wrapped the bowl well, and then made a sturdy long pole with the children. Then we went back to the second-floor balcony. The children were very curious, so they all followed us up.

Yu Lian called for a long time before there was any response from the other side.

She asked a question in broken local language, and when she realized the other person didn't seem to understand, she repeated it in her fluent English.

The old lady understood now, which also confirmed Yu Lian's earlier guess—she was also here as a tourist.

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday afternoon. The children had never seen snow before, so they were a bit excited."

"This is Chinese food I made. Please accept it as my apology." Yu Lian did not directly offer to give the food to the other party.

The old woman scrutinized the unfamiliar Eastern face in front of her. He looked to be only in his thirties. How come he had four children following behind him?

"Thank you for your kindness, I accept it."

Hearing the old woman nod in agreement, Yu Lian quickly handed her the food, telling her to eat it while it was hot, and if she couldn't finish it, she could save it and reheat it next time.

The old lady finally smiled, but it wasn't very obvious. She simply said thank you and went back to her room.

"Oh, that grandma was so rude, she was so mean to us, why did you still give her food?"

Yu Lian smiled and said, "It's not easy for an old person to be away from home. If she offends us, Mom definitely won't help her... Oh well, she'll understand when she grows up, silly girl."