Chapter 130: You Can Have as Much as You Want

Chapter 130: You Can Have as Much as You Want

Upon learning that the Mo family was hosting an official banquet tonight, the female members of the Fang and Xie families rushed over to lend a hand.

He Zhiran didn't rush into cooking but first taught Sister-in-law Eighth how to prepare a nourishing soup for Mo Chuhan.

Sister-in-law Eighth's eyes welled up with tears when she saw how much Ninth Sister-in-law had spent on these valuable ingredients just to strengthen Mo Chuhan's body.

"Ninth Sister-in-law, this must have cost you a fortune, right?"

He Zhiran chuckled nonchalantly. "Not really. Don't worry about it, Sister-in-law Eighth."

She hadn't spent much money at all. Although everything could be found on Taobao, those legendary century-old ginsengs or thousand-year-old lingzhi mushrooms mentioned in novels were pure fiction.

These items were actually cultivated by farmers using modern techniques.

Moreover, they weren't that expensive.

The two ginseng roots cost her 1,500 yuan, and the pair of lingzhi mushrooms—she had chosen the best-looking ones—only set her back 1,400 yuan.

There were also black chickens and meaty doves. All these combined were still less than half the income from selling one of her silver hairpins.

To He Zhiran at this moment, they were mere trifles.

Besides, Emperor Shunwu was footing the bill, so she had no worries at all.

Ninth Sister-in-law had bought such nutritious ingredients for her husband, and Eighth Sister was diligently learning how to cook the soup, fearful of spoiling them by accident.

Seeing that Eighth Sister could now handle things independently, He Zhiran turned to prepare dinner for the day.

This dinner was not only meant to satisfy Peng Wang's and the officials' appetites but also to celebrate Mo Chuhan's return.

With so many helping hands, He Zhiran only needed to oversee the cooking.

Mo Jiuya, as usual, squatted by the side, assisting with stoking the fire.

Moreover, he now had an additional role.

That was to act as a cover for He Zhiran.

Whenever He Zhiran attempted to secretly retrieve some seasonings from the spatial dimension, Mo Jiuya would assist by keeping watch and shielding her from others' sight.

The couple worked in perfect harmony, and all eight dishes and one soup for dinner were ready before nightfall.

Her beloved braised pork ribs could not be missing from the menu.

There was also the ready-made crystal pork knuckle she had purchased directly from Taobao, which looked so appetizing that it made one's mouth water just by glancing at it.

Other dishes included perfectly roasted goose, Dongpo pork, stir-fried cabbage with vinegar, refreshing cucumber salad, lamb with scallions, fried kidney, and a hearty meatball and radish soup.

Each dish was abundant, and even the Fangs and Xie families got to enjoy them.

As for the miserable He family, they could only watch from afar. Without He Zhiyuan around, they felt even more powerless and dared not utter a single complaint.

Out here, there were no formalities to adhere to. The officials laid down two large oil cloths on the ground, upon which all the food was placed.

This was the first family reunion meal that Mo Chuhan had with his loved ones since his return.

At the behest of Elder Madam Mo, everyone followed the officials' example and gathered around, making the atmosphere livelier.

Mo Chuhan had just consumed a large bowl of ginseng chicken soup prepared by his wife, so he wasn't feeling hungry at the moment.

Considering it was their first meal celebrating the reunion with his family, he made an effort to eat more.

Worried that her husband might not have enough, Eighth Sister constantly served him more food.

As a result, Mo Chuhan needed to take a walk after the meal to aid digestion...

He Zhiran handed the immunity-boosting potion to Eighth Sister, instructing her to give Mo Chuhan two doses daily on time.

After a busy day and a sleepless night due to Mo Chuhan's situation, He Zhiran and Mo Jiuya retreated to their tent early to rest and regain their energy for the journey ahead tomorrow.

For some reason, whether it was from the alcohol or something else, Mo Jiuya's warm body kept brushing against hers throughout the night.

Feeling the heat emanating from the man, He Zhiran involuntarily tensed up.

An odd, tingling sensation even spread through her entire body.

Strangely, she didn't resist this sensation at all; instead, she felt a hint of fondness and excitement creeping in.

The drowsiness that had just started to settle was instantly swept away by this unusual feeling.

Observing Mo Jiuya, she noticed his eyes were tightly shut, and his breathing even, indicating that he was sound asleep.

To prevent herself from overthinking, He Zhiran entered the space, intending to seize the opportunity to check the Taobao Treasure Mall and respond to Little Collector's message.

Upon inspection, He Zhiran was pleasantly surprised.

During the day when she went into town to purchase supplies, there were no records of any transactions in the Taobao store for that day.

Yet now, the notification indicated a staggering income of 13 million.

The antique shop within Taobao Treasure Mall had been operating for quite some time, but its earnings for just one day surpassed the total of all previous days combined.

If not for the concern of disturbing Mo Jiuya beside her, He Zhiran would have been tempted to dance with joy to express her exhilaration.

Scanning the purchase history, it was indeed all from 'Little Collector'.

She wondered what kind of occupation this customer had to be so generous with their spending.

Driven by curiosity, He Zhiran opened the chat window for Little Collector.

Little Collector: Boss, I urgently need a batch of calligraphy, paintings, and vase decorations. If you have them in stock, please put them up for sale as soon as possible. Price isn't an issue.

Checking the timestamp on the message, it was sent at 3:05 PM, which meant over five hours had passed since then.

He Zhiran wasn't sure if the user was still online. Nevertheless, she decided to try her luck with a response.

"There's no shortage of calligraphy, paintings, or decorations. What price range are you looking at?"

Assuming Little Collector wouldn't reply, He Zhiran was about to browse elsewhere when the profile picture at the bottom of the screen flashed – the customer had actually answered.

She quickly tapped to read the response.

Coveted Collector: I have no particular demands for any item sold in your shop, except that they must be of impeccable quality.

He Zhiran: This is not a problem at all. You can have as much as you desire.

A Petite Collector: (╰(*°▽°*)╯) Is that true? That's fantastic! Hurry up, boss, and list the item for sale. I can hardly wait.

For the sake of convenience in arranging her merchandise, He Zhiran swiftly entered her spatial dimension.

Now that Mo Jiuya was aware of the existence of her space, there was nothing for her to worry about.

He Zhiran utilized her mental strength to bring forth an abundance of paintings, calligraphy works, and vase decorations.

Photographing, appraising, and uploading them was done in one smooth sequence.

These items took up the most space. By listing them all for sale in the virtual marketplace, she could free up considerable room.

This time, He Zhiran spared no effort, actually uploading nearly a thousand items.

She opened the chat window with the Little Collector and sent a message: "The items are now available for purchase. Please feel free to browse and buy as you wish."

At this moment, the young collector's eyes were already overwhelmed by the abundance of new items in the shop; there was no time to respond to her words.

He Zhiran also assumed that it was so late and the seller must have already retired for the night. Tired herself, she decided to leave the space and drift off to sleep.

After all, it was the young collector who had actively requested to purchase these items, and so many had been listed. Thus, the first thing He Zhiran did upon waking up the next morning was to enter the space with her consciousness.

Upon opening Taobao, He Zhiran was instantly astounded.