The moment the fried rice was ready, Jin Cuihua quickly called out, "Xiao Xiang, come and eat breakfast quickly."
"Got it, Mom, I'm coming."
Ding Xiang, who had just washed his face, responded somewhat listlessly as he slowly walked to the dining table to eat. While eating, he still grumbled,
"Mom, can we not always have fried rice for breakfast from now on? Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, eating fried rice for over three hundred days, I'm sick of it. Don't we have steamed buns, youtiao, shaobing, wontons, dumplings, or noodles?
Or, at least change up the fried rice.
Add some ham sausage or shrimp...
Even delicacies can get boring if eaten every day!"
"Eat it if you want, don't eat it yourself. Mornings are so rushed, who has time to make fancy things for you?
Don't always think about those street snacks.
Do you know how long the oil used for frying youtiao has been used? Does it contain aluminum additives? Who knows what kind of meat is in the wontons and steamed buns? Those scraps and odds and ends sold in supermarkets, aren't they all bought up?
If they aren't mixed into buns and wontons, where else would they go?
Focus more on your studies!"
As usual, Jin Cuihua lectured her son, then sat down to quickly eat her meal. Ding Xiang actually didn't dare to retort and could only continue eating the breakfast he disliked. After finishing, he grabbed his schoolbag and went to school.
He was already in his first year of high school and didn't need parents to pick him up or drop him off; he cycled to school himself every day.
Jin Cuihua, on the other hand, quickly washed the used bowls and chopsticks, then put yesterday's clothes into the washing machine. By the time she finished, she didn't have enough remaining time to wait for the clothes to wash and hang them out.
So, she could only knock on Ding Yun's door and tell her to hang out the clothes later. Fearing Ding Yun might still be asleep, she sent her a text message.
Then, she hurried out to work.
Ding Yun had actually woken up long ago but had been lying in bed without moving. Now, as the outside quieted down again, she quickly fell back asleep and slept until around eight-thirty, from just after six o'clock.
By this time, her father had already gotten up, finished breakfast, and gone to work.
When Ding Yun got up again, the pot was spotless, and only a pair of unwashed bowls and chopsticks left by her father remained on the table. For a moment, Ding Yun couldn't figure out if her mother hadn't prepared breakfast for her, or if her father had forgotten about his daughter at home and eaten everything himself.
After all, her father did have a habit of clearing the table.
Leftovers and scraps usually ended up in his stomach.
As long as it wasn't something he disliked, there was generally no waste.
However, Ding Yun didn't care. She casually ordered some porridge from a food delivery app and then went to the balcony to open the washing machine, hang out the clothes, and then went to wash up. By the time she finished, the delivery porridge had arrived.
After spending ten minutes drinking the porridge and rinsing her mouth, Ding Yun went out.
She went to the antique street where the original owner had bought the pendant, or rather, the portable space, yesterday. She didn't expect to encounter any more fortuitous encounters there, but was simply curious and wanted to understand the situation.
As for the results, she wasn't entirely without gains.
Walking down the antique street, although over ninety-nine percent of the items were fake, products from last week, or at most a few years ago, there were still a few genuine items. However, Ding Yun wasn't there to find bargains, so she didn't buy anything. What truly surprised her was that there was a faint spiritual energy growing beneath this street. Even though it was very little, compared to other areas with no spiritual energy, it was absolutely rare.
Therefore, Ding Yun guessed that this world was likely entering a period of spiritual energy resurgence. The portable space pendant, which had been dormant for many years, had most likely absorbed some spiritual energy from this antique street, been barely activated, and then encountered someone like the original owner, who had good spiritual root aptitude and was very sensitive to spiritual energy, attracting each other.
This led to what happened later.
However, the spiritual energy was still very subtle, and the spiritual energy couldn't be sensed if one moved a little further away from the antique street. This showed how low the level of spiritual energy resurgence was, and it was estimated that there would be no significant impact within three to five years. Therefore, Ding Yun soon left the antique street without buying anything and headed straight for the market closer to home, intending to buy some ingredients to cook.
She also started contemplating whether to make money by planting and selling vegetables using her portable space, or by starting a business using the all-purpose processing workshop, or perhaps simply selling the gold and silver jewelry left behind by the previous owner of the portable space to achieve financial freedom.
It was truly a difficult decision!
Since there was a restaurant at the entrance of their market that specialized in processing ingredients for others, Ding Yun, not wanting to cook herself, took the ingredients she bought to that restaurant. After paying the processing fee,
She waited by the entrance of the restaurant.
After waiting for less than ten minutes, Ding Yun suddenly sensed a spatial fluctuation in her surroundings. Although she didn't know the specific situation, Ding Yun quickly scanned the area within a few hundred meters with her mental power.
Then, not far away in a blind spot, she saw a man whose attire and build were completely out of place. Why was he out of place? In an era where beggars were rarely seen on the streets, how could his clothes, which were even more tattered and ancient than beggar's rags, not be out of place? His build was mainly too thin; a sallow and emaciated physique would be hard to see even in an intensive care unit.
Furthermore, he was currently looking around in panic, his face showing a terrified expression that was also out of place.
It was as if a normal person had suddenly entered an environment that was completely unfamiliar to him, with that sense of panic. Recalling the slight spatial fluctuations she had sensed earlier, Ding Yun immediately suspected that this guy might have either transmigrated from a parallel dimension or from some subsidiary space, a deserted blessed land, or something similar.
But he was definitely not a local.
He wasn't even from this world or this era.
Anyway, the food wasn't ready yet, and she was free, so Ding Yun specifically bought four vegetable buns and a bottle of soy milk from a breakfast shop nearby. Then, carrying the items, she walked over, patted the guy's shoulder, and as he looked back with a terrified expression, she handed him the items and said in a gentle tone,
"Poor thing, what happened to you, or what difficulty did you encounter? Why are you so thin!
Eat something quickly. I'm telling you, if you have difficulties, go to the security bureau. They will help you contact the relevant departments that can solve your problems. Never mind, eat something to fill your stomach first. I can hear your stomach rumbling."