Ordinary observers in fast time travel

Chapter 993 Gulu
Shi Jia didn't refuse. She touched the red envelope; there was at most a thousand yuan inside. She could return it next time his family had a happy occasion. Jiang Xingyao was, after all, Lin Feng's child. As long as Lin Feng didn't go too far, the relationship would most likely continue.

Of course, she didn't want to go through all that trouble.

"Lin Feng, Xingyao is in the pediatrics department? Aren't you going to see him?"

Lin Feng paused, then hurriedly shook his head, "No, let's do it another day. I have something to do at work later."

Shi Jia shook her head. She could tell that Lin Feng wasn't a bad person; he was just selfish for not wanting to raise his sick son.

After Lin Feng and his companion left, the old lady poked her head in again, asking gossipy, "Little Yue, who was that just now? Your ex-husband?"

Shi Jia raised an eyebrow; this old lady's eyes were truly sharp. "Yes!"

"That young man looks promising, is he a civil servant?"

"Ah."

"Sure enough, I knew it at first glance." The old lady slapped her thigh. "Little Yue, you don't regret it?"

Shi Jia remained indifferent.

"That woman was his second wife, wasn't she? She's quite beautiful." The old lady said, looking Shi Jia up and down, muttering to herself, "No wonder."

Turning her head, she said angrily, "Hmph, men get all cocky as soon as they have money. Xiaoyue, you're lucky you got divorced early..."

The old lady muttered to herself, and Shi Jia listened half-heartedly, not paying any attention. The old lady wasn't a bad person, just loved to gossip; she was probably too idle and bored.

Sometimes Shi Jia couldn't help but wonder if she would end up like that old lady when she got old.
Since Raymond Lam visited him that day, no one has come to visit him in his illness.

Jiang Meiyue's parents and siblings only called once to inquire about her condition. Hearing that she was doing well and would be discharged soon, they seemed relieved and didn't ask any further questions.

Shi Jia didn't care; after all, she wasn't Jiang Meiyue.

Time flies, and the day of discharge from the hospital arrived in the blink of an eye.

Shi Jia packed her things early in the morning, got the discharge notice from the doctor, and went to complete the discharge procedures herself.

After withdrawing the remaining ten thousand yuan, I went to the pediatric ward to pick up Jiang Xingyao.

Jiang Meiyue rented a house in an urban village. It was a one-bedroom apartment on the first floor, dimly lit and somewhat damp. There was also a small open space in front of the door, where Jiang Meiyue placed several styrofoam boxes to grow vegetables.

She must be quite good at growing vegetables, as the vegetables in the several styrofoam boxes were growing lushly.

Shi Jia placed the stars on the small sofa, quickly opened the window to ventilate, and took the activated charcoal from the corner outside to dry in the sun.

The blankets in the bedroom smelled a bit musty. Shi Jia decided to change them all. She put the used sheets and duvet covers into the washing machine. Then she went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and wiped the table and windows. Finally, she drew the curtains all the way to block the draft.

Jiang Xingyao was very well-behaved. He sat on the sofa and played with a toy back and forth without crying or making a fuss.

Shi Jia came out of the bedroom, panting, and saw the little girl sitting there. Her heart ached.

The little boy seemed to sense that someone was watching him. He looked up, saw his mother, and whispered, "Mommy!"

"Hey, is Xingxing hungry?" Shi Jia put down the basin and sat down next to the little one.

"I'm not hungry." Jiang Xingyao shook his head. Actually, he was only a little hungry, but his mother was so tired. His mother was sick, and he didn't want her to be tired.

Shi Jia reached out and touched the little one's belly through his clothes. The little one was thin and his belly was flat, which made her feel a pang of sadness.

“Mommy is hungry. Xingxing, would you like to have dinner with Mommy in a little while?” Shi Jia said gently.

Jiang Xingyao hesitated, then said, "Okay. Mom, hurry up and cook dinner."

"Okay." How could there be such an obedient child?
Shi Jia placed the basin in the bathroom and then checked the refrigerator. The vegetables in the freezer were all inedible, but there were a few pieces of meat in the freezer. There was also a tray of eggs on the outside; she checked them and they weren't spoiled.

I took the frozen meat out and soaked it in water, then went outside and cut some water spinach. For lunch, I'll make an egg and meat patty and stir-fry the water spinach.

While the meat was thawing, Shi Jia quickly cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes and utensils in the cupboard. She also boiled some water and let it cool so she could make milk for Jiang Xingyao later. After cleaning the kitchen, the meat wasn't completely thawed, but she didn't wait any longer. She took the meat out, dried it with a clean cloth, and placed it on the cutting board.

Shi Jia took the cleaver and started cutting hard. The meat, which was not fully thawed, was cut very thinly. Due to the pressure, it curled naturally as the cleaver fell.

But Shi Jia moved quickly, so before the meat slices could fully react, they were piled up together. The piled-up meat slices had a certain thickness and could not be rolled up.

So, soon a pile of slightly curved slices of meat appeared on the cutting board.

"It seems like a bit too much." Shi Jia frowned, took out half of the meat and put it on a plate. She then went outside and picked some scallion and garlic leaves to make a stir-fried pork dish for lunch.

Shi Jia put the scallions and garlic leaves she had just brought back into the sink and continued chopping the meat. She needed minced meat to make the egg and meat patties.

The sliced ​​meat was quickly cut into strips.

Shi Jia used a cleaver to push the strips of meat together and began to chop them.

"Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop—"

A rhythmic sound came from the kitchen, and the little one playing on the sofa couldn't help but look towards it. The little one pursed his lips, his face serious, and after making some decision, he put his toy aside, braced himself on the sofa with his two little hands, and carefully and tentatively placed his feet down, his expression serious.

Whew~ Jiang Xingyao stood on the ground, feeling much more relaxed. He knew he wasn't feeling well and his mother was very worried about him, so he was very obedient and well-behaved.

But he still wanted to see what his mother was doing.

Jiang Xingyao took a step and walked towards the kitchen, which was five meters away.

"Chop, chop, chop—"

As the last sound faded, the rhythmic melody disappeared.

Jiang Xingyao was surprised, and quickened her pace a few steps. "Mom?"

"Huh? Xingxing, why did you come down here? Come to the living room quickly." Shi Jia turned around and was startled to see the chibi-style doll standing behind her.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Jiang Xingyao asked.

"Mommy's cooking." Shi Jia bent down and looked at the little one. "Is your tummy upset? How about Mommy makes you some milk first?"

Jiang Xingyao nodded; he was indeed a little hungry.

Shi Jia quickly washed her hands and touched the kettle; it was still a little hot. But it was alright, she had a solution.

She took out two bowls and sterilized them with boiling water. Then she poured the boiling water into one of the bowls, and then, holding one bowl in each hand, she stirred the water back and forth until it reached the right temperature for making milk.

Referring to Jiang Meiyue's memory, Shi Jia skillfully placed the prepared milk into the little one's hand.

The little one drank his milk but showed no sign of leaving.

"Xingxing, come sit on the sofa, okay? The kitchen fumes are bad for you."

Jiang Xingyao hesitated for a moment, "Mom, can I stay here and watch over things?"

Seeing the unease in the little one's eyes, Shi Jia nodded, "Okay, then Xingxing, would you like to go and drag a chair over to sit down?"

"Okay~" The little guy nodded happily and immediately took small steps to get the chair.

Shi Jia certainly couldn't let the little one breathe in the cooking fumes, so she closed the kitchen partition. The transparent glass door effectively blocked the fumes, yet allowed the little one to see his mother at all times.

Once Shi Jia made sure the little one was seated securely, she started cooking.

Chinese food is troublesome to prepare, but quick to cook. After the oil is hot, Shi Jia uses a spoon to scoop the meat sauce made of eggs and meat into the pot.

The hot oil sizzled as it collided with the meat sauce, releasing a fragrant aroma of meat and eggs that instantly filled the pot. Shi Jia, who was only thirty centimeters away from the stove, was immediately overwhelmed by the rich fragrance.

Saliva was flowing like crazy, and my stomach was rumbling...