Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Chapter 365 Mom’s Suffering is Worthwhile [Honor Roll+]

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Because of the layer of oil on top, the soup stayed warm even after sitting for over an hour.

Realizing his young wife’s usual habits, he immediately knew that when she said she couldn’t drink it, she really couldn’t, and she wasn’t just making it up.

"Silly girl, if you don’t like the layer of oil on the soup, next time we’ll just ask Mom to skim it off for you."

Xie Jingchen, seeing this, could only take the soup pot from his wife’s hands and use the ladle to personally scrape off the chicken fat, spoon by spoon, pouring it into his own bowl.

This layer of fat was actually a delicacy, and not wanting to waste it, Xie Jingchen directly mixed the chicken fat with his rice. After giving his wife the fat-skimmed chicken soup, he mixed everything left on his plate together and devoured it.

Zhang Shanni would take a sip of soup and then glance at her husband, careful not to let her eyes linger on the large bowl in his hands—the mere sight of that layer of oil was enough to make her feel full.

It was only because Xie Jingchen had been on a mission recently and cooking oil was in severe shortage that he considered the chicken oil to be a treasure not to be wasted—in the future, not to mention chicken oil, even chicken meat would be chosen with particular care!

Xie Jingchen ate quickly; Zhang Shanni had already finished her meal. Only this chicken soup was left because of the oily layer. By coaxing her mother-in-law with the excuse that it was too hot and to wait until it cooled down a bit, it was hence preserved until now.

Luckily, her husband had returned; otherwise, she would have been worried about how to explain to her mother-in-law that she didn’t want to drink that layer of oil.

There was no helping it; resources were indeed scarce at this time. In this era, chicken oil was indeed seen as a good thing, nourishing for the body!

The thing that Zhang Shanni looked at but shied away from was, in the eyes of Zhou Xiuhua and others, a special indulgence specifically left for Zhang Shanni to drink more of, hoping to help her produce more milk. They wouldn’t readily agree to skim off the oily layer!

In Zhang Shanni’s view, her husband’s suggestion was ultimately not going to pass.

One could tell how much Zhou Xiuhua believed in ’old wives’ tales’ by all the restrictions she imposed during Shanni’s postpartum recovery.

After Xie Jingchen had finished eating, he took the time to help his young wife adjust her body and thoughtfully applied the medicated oils to her, before hurriedly checking his watch, realizing that time was short. Xie Jingchen naturally leaned close to Zhang Shanni’s face, kissed her lips, and said regretfully:

"Wife, I have to go. If you’re tired, shall I help you lie down and get some good sleep?"

"Okay." Zhang Shanni was completely non-confrontational; whatever her husband said, she agreed to. Yet, her eyes reflected her reluctance, though she said nothing to stop him from leaving.

"Wife, sleep well. I’ll try to come back as early as possible."

Xie Jingchen gently picked up Zhang Shanni, avoiding the sensitive areas, and delicately helped her lie down. His lips lingered affectionately on her face and between her brows, bestowing light kisses. Only when she obliged him by closing her large almond eyes did he briskly leave.

On the other hand, Yan Jinsi left his cousin’s hospital room to return to his mother’s.

Ever since Dad noticed that Mom had moved a finger, the doctor was called to perform a thorough examination on Qi Chunlan, but regretfully, Mom still did not wake up.

This time around, with little brother and Mom here, he had been taking care of everything. The responsibility weighed heaviest on him.

"Big brother..." The smile that just appeared on Jinsi’s face froze, as he clasped his slender hands tightly. After such a serious incident, Jinsi also felt terrible; he realized he was like a disaster magnet, always bringing trouble to his relatives, again and again.

"Little brother, don’t overthink it. I believe that Mom stepped in front of our sister because she truly understood; it’s all thanks to your effort. You must not undervalue yourself."

Hearing his little brother’s hoarse voice, Jinhao knew he must be overthinking again. Quickly and gently, he patted his skinny shoulders, his voice deep and earnest as he soothed him.

It would be truly painful if Mom hasn’t recovered yet and little brother falls ill again.

In the past two months, Jinsi had been taking great care of Mom’s emotions, dispelling the darkness in her heart, and in building up her positive mindset, he even got her involved in making little wooden toys for his niece’s twins.

Although Mom couldn’t physically help, she had an eye for these things. Only someone who had been a mother knew what kind of toys were more suitable for babies and wouldn’t harm their delicate bodies.

At these times, Jinsi would share his hopes for the little babies, his feelings towards his sister, and the caring gestures she had done for him...

Like when he was sick, his sister had called in many favors to get him new medication, which made him feel a lot better.

But his luck was bad, for just after returning to the capital, he contracted a bacterial infection.

Because of that, his sister ended up being blamed by Mom. As Jinsi spoke and thought, he felt especially distressed and upset.