Only half full? After skipping dinner and sleeping all night, shouldn’t he fill himself up now?
Lu Jiang found it puzzling, but obediently only ate until he was half full. Seeing his father’s doubtful gaze, he hastily waved his hand and said, "I’m used to not being able to eat a full meal outside. I’m used to being hungry, and I eat less now than I used to."
Upon hearing this, Father Lu became greatly worried. "Xiaoxue, take advantage of Ajiang’s time at home and cook something delicious for him to replenish his strength."
"Rest assured, I guarantee Ajiang will gain weight within ten days or so," Feng Qingxue confidently said.
Why wouldn’t she be confident? Her dimensional space was full of supplies, prepared foods, and nutritional products.
After the meal, the children who needed to go to school left while the non-school-going Song Gang was taken to the cattle pen by Father Lu. The only ones left at home were the couple and their toddler, ’Little Fatty’, who was nestled in his mother’s arms, seemingly savoring the taste of the egg custard he had just eaten, and acting as if he was still hungry while groping Feng Qingxue’s chest.
"Qingxue, put the stinky kid on the bed. Don’t tire yourself out!" Little Fatty, if I can’t touch them, neither can you.
Lu Jiang was growing increasingly jealous of his son to the point where his eyes were turning red.
Everyone in the family, young and old, circled around him, treated him as if the world revolved around him. As the head of the family, he felt he had no standing at all.
"Xibao is getting heavier, he’s also dressed in so much clothing. Even if you didn’t ask, I would have set him down." After putting her son on the bed, Feng Qingxue turned her back to him, took out a basket of steaming buns from her space and handed it to Lu Jiang, commanding, "Eat!"
Lu Jiang was taken aback, finally grasping why she had asked him to eat only half a meal – she was making room in his stomach for the food she has prepared.
White buns with assorted fillings – seafood, meat, pumpkin, and more.
"Qingxue, do you really have everything in your space?" As Lu Jiang ate, he passed a meat bun to her, urging her to eat as well.
Feng Qingxue shook her head and said she was full. Then she honestly added, "It’s not completely comprehensive, and the quantity is limited, but it includes supplies for clothing, food, shelter, and transportation. I’ve calculated it many times, for all of us and our friends and relatives, the supplies in the space are enough to sustain us for ten to twenty years, given that they also have their own food supplies."
Lu Jiang nodded slightly, sighing, "Your space really saved many of us. God must have known of your kindness, which is why he granted you this space full of supplies."
"I’m not as good as you make me sound," Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but laugh.
The space was a gift from heaven, but the supplies were bought with all her savings from her previous life. If she was destitute, all she would have is an empty space, and she would still go hungry.
After finishing all the buns, Lu Jiang accepted the porcelain jar from Feng Qingxue and drank the warm water inside in one gulp.
Patting his stomach, he said contentedly, "I finally had a good meal."
"Can’t you guys eat well in the army?" Feng Qingxue asked worriedly.
"It’s not that we can’t eat well. Everybody agrees that nobody should starve, especially soldiers! It’s just that our supplies don’t always keep up, and we get super hungry halfway through our training." Lu Jiang comforted his wife, "Don’t think too much about it. At least we get full during meals, many office-based units can’t even manage that."
Feng Qingxue didn’t quite believe him. If the supplies were really adequate, Huo Beiting wouldn’t have almost run out of food.
She just listened to whatever Lu Jiang had to say.