The egg pancakes are the easiest to cook, especially the ones made by Gu Jin, which are very thin.
Soon, the first golden egg pancake was placed on a plate by her with a spatula.
Bringing the plate with the egg pancake to the little boy, Gu Jin softly said, "The pancake is still a bit hot. Let it cool for a while before eating."
"Okay."
An Mingji’s eyes were fixed on the plate, on that golden egg pancake.
Gu Jin turned and made a bowl of malted milk with hot water, placing it in front of him, "This is malted milk, try it and see if you like it."
An Mingji took a spoonful, blew it cool, and drank it, tasting the flavor of the malted milk. His eyes lit up, "It’s delicious, very sweet, with a milk fragrance."
"If it’s good, drink it all." Seeing him enjoy it, Gu Jin smiled.
She turned back to continue making egg pancakes. By the time she finished the second one, the little boy had already eaten everything on the plate and drank more than half a bowl of malted milk.
She placed the second egg pancake on the plate with a spatula, then started on the next one.
Not much dough was used, and in total, three egg pancakes were made.
An Mingji was full after eating two, and Gu Jin personally finished the remaining one.
Outside the front door, it was already quiet; nighttime in the village was especially peaceful.
Gu Jin and the well-fed little boy blew out the candle in the kitchen and returned to the room.
Having just eaten, they couldn’t sleep yet, so Gu Jin pulled the child to ask him about what he had learned in the past two days, never mentioning today’s daytime events.
But she kept the promises she made to the little boy in her heart.
She vowed that she would never let him be bullied again in the future.
The Phoenix Spirit Technique was only suitable for women to cultivate, but the techniques in the space weren’t limited to just that. She would find a suitable Cultivation Method for the little boy, even if it was only to strengthen his body; at the very least, he should have the ability to protect himself.
An Mingji, who was bullied today and had taken a trip to the county town, quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep lying on the bed.
After he fell asleep, Gu Jin entered the space.
Her intention was to find a suitable Cultivation Method for the little boy, but upon seeing the mature golden wheat field in the spirit field, and the cob sprouting with impatient golden corn kernels.
As well as the crescent-shaped, emerald-green, fragrant sweet cucumbers, the light green beans, the round and pleasing tomatoes, and some mature melons.
In just three days, these crops, vegetables, and fruits had all ripened.
Gu Jin felt that this was truly incredible.
She was sure these fruits and vegetables had only been planted for three days, which was truly miraculous.
Gu Jin was still unaware that the Spirit Field was for planting all kinds of Spirit Grass and medicinal herbs. The herbs required for Alchemy were all hundreds of years old, and without planting herbs in the Spirit Field, where in the wide world would one find those that were hundreds or even thousands of years old?
Staring at the ripe crops before her, Gu Jin couldn’t believe it as she walked up to the Spirit Field, grasping a wheat spike in her hand, feeling it to make it seem more real.
Looking up at this ten-plus-acre spirit field, her inner shock was something no one could know or share.
After the shock passed, her heart was filled with joy; so much grain was enough for the Gu Family to survive the famine.
The grain was ripe, and it was time for the harvest.
Casting a glance at the clearing not far away, Gu Jin had an idea. If it was possible to use intention to control planting the grain, it might also be possible to use intention for harvesting.
She circulated the Spiritual Power within her body, with both hands in the air, palms facing upward, and as her will arose, everything in front of her moved without wind.
The golden wheat drifted toward the clearing Gu Jin had looked at before, moving at such speed that in the blink of an eye, a few acres of wheat were piled on the clearing like a small mountain.