Spring comes to the desperate place

Aunt Song and Qinshi Song gently touched the vegetables with trembling hands. What juicy green vegetables there were, and in so many colors, green, purple, red, yellow, and even white. They didn't recognize many of the vegetables at all, but seeing how fresh they looked, they felt happy.

Song Chunsheng held Song Xiaobao and watched from the side, and the two brothers' mouths opened into an O shape.

"Brother, are these really edible? The green one is a melon? What is the red one? The yellow and orange one looks like a lantern..."

"Da~" Song Xiaobao, who couldn't speak yet, echoed, and then rushed towards the basket of big pumpkins. Song Chunsheng hurriedly hugged his brother, but still let the brat cling to the pumpkin and refused to let go.

Song Chunsheng was speechless: "Song Xiaobao, stop messing around, these are all food, you can't play with them."

The clever human cub accurately captured the key word: play.

Song Xiaobao waved his little hands and kept patting the huge pumpkin, but Song Chunsheng grabbed him and walked away.

Seeing that Song Xiaobao was reluctant to part with the pumpkin, Song Chunlin simply picked out the most beautiful one and put it on the ground for Song Xiaobao to play with, and put away all the others.

Song Xiaobao got the new toy and started giggling.

Several people returned to the dining table, and Song Chunlin distributed bowls and chopsticks to them. At first, Song Qinshi and Song Amo were a little afraid to pick up their chopsticks, but Song Chunsheng was not so worried. Since his brother had said that they could eat as much as they wanted, he would definitely eat as much as he wanted.

Braised pork, delicious!

I don’t know how to make the sweet chicken wings, they are delicious!

The steamed fish I didn’t recognize was also delicious and not fishy at all.

The tender and smooth egg custard is topped with a layer of minced meat. It is delicious and goes well with rice!

Even the green stir-fried choy sum is super delicious!

Song Chunsheng's mouth was full of oil as he ate, and Song Chunlin also looked very touched. It had been many days since he had a decent meal, and the last time he had such a sumptuous meal was last time.

During the days when he was being hunted, plus the time he traveled through, he hadn't eaten rice for almost two months. Now, he only eats rice and vegetables at the same time. He can't tell you how happy he is.

Seeing how happily they were eating, Auntie Song and Qinshi Song also tried to pick up the unfamiliar dishes.

Amao Song first picked up a piece of the most familiar dish, the braised pork. The three-line pork belly was fat but not greasy, and stewed until it was very soft and tender. It was very friendly to an elderly person like him. Amao Song couldn't help but pick up another piece, and then took a mouthful of the white rice. It was completely different from brown rice, soft and delicious, and had a rice aroma.

Although Song Amuo was old, it was the first time for him to eat such delicious rice. He felt that even the royal relatives had never eaten such delicious rice.

Song Qin also took several big mouthfuls of rice. She had been from a poor family since she was a child. She had hardly had a full meal since her stepmother got married, let alone dry rice. It was only after she married into the Song family that she was able to eat a bite of dry rice. However, no matter how well-off the farmers were, they only ate brown rice, which was far less fragrant than the rice in the bowl.

There were also dishes on the table, including fish and meat, the richness of which was comparable to that of the Chinese New Year.

Song Chunlin and his friends were enjoying the delicious meal, and the aroma wafted into the noses of Grandpa Song and Song Dazhuang. Grandpa Song's injuries were not as serious as Song Dazhuang's. After drinking spiritual spring water and taking anti-inflammatory drugs, Grandpa Song felt much better. He opened his eyes and saw everyone eating sumptuous dishes, and his eyes popped out.

"This...this...this this..." Grandpa Song was so excited that he was incoherent. The breakfast in the morning had already opened his eyes, but he didn't expect that the lunch would be so shocking that his jaw dropped.

"Grandpa, you're awake. Wait, I'll get you some chicken soup." Song Chunlin searched the space and finally found a pile of clay pots of soup. He picked out a bowl of Panax notoginseng chicken soup. When he opened the lid, the chicken soup was still boiling hot and smelled fragrant.

Auntie Song and Mrs. Qin had both finished eating. Auntie Song fed soup to Grandpa Song, while Mrs. Qin fed egg custard to Xiaobao Song who was still playing with a pumpkin.

The egg custard was soft and smooth, and Song Xiaobao fell in love with it at once. He ate it mouthful after mouthful, and even wanted more after finishing half a bowl. Song Qin was afraid that he would have indigestion, so she didn't dare to feed him anymore. She turned his head back to the pumpkin to divert his attention.

Compared with Song Xiaobao, Grandpa Song was much more gentle. Aunt Song carefully blew the soup to cool it down and fed him mouthful by mouthful. The hot soup was so soothing to him, and after drinking a bowl of it, Grandpa Song felt that his wounds no longer hurt.

At this time, only Song Dazhuang was still unconscious and had not eaten a single bite, but Song Chunlin had fed him spiritual spring water. He now had some understanding of the effects of the spiritual spring water. Unlike the spiritual spring water that could cleanse the marrow and meridians with just one drop, his spiritual spring water seemed to only have some repairing effect on the body's wounds, but the effect was not miraculous. Song Dazhuang and Grandpa Song drank the spiritual spring water three times in succession. Grandpa Song's body had recovered for the most part, but Song Dazhuang was still in a coma.

Song Chunlin felt that it was because Song Dazhuang was seriously injured and lost too much blood. Without other medicines to assist, he would not heal so quickly relying solely on the spiritual spring water.

After Grandpa Song finished his soup, he began to worry about his son.

"Chunlin, how is your father?"

Song Chunlin was cleaning Song Dazhuang's wound. The hydrogen peroxide diluted the powder on the wound. He observed it carefully before telling Grandpa Song:

"Grandpa, my dad's wound has stopped bleeding, and there is no redness, swelling or inflammation. It seems that he is recovering well."

Hearing his grandson say this, Grandpa Song felt relieved. He only had this one son. If something really happened to him, what would happen to this group of elderly, weak, women and children?

Grandpa Song had recovered his spirit and waved to Song Chunlin to come over.

"Chunlin, come and tell Grandpa, are these things you brought out harmful to your health?"

Song Chunlin thought that Grandpa Song would ask him where these things came from, but he didn't expect that the other party was just worried that taking the things out would cause harm to him.

Song Chunlin pursed his lips. Today's events were a surprise to the Song family, and not to him as well.

"No, Grandpa, my space is the wooden pendant you gave me before, do you remember?"

Grandpa Song remembered that he was worried about not being able to find the pendant not long ago, but he didn't quite understand what the relationship was between this thing and the space he mentioned.

"Grandpa, actually, I died once after I was injured that day."

"What!" Song Qin was so frightened when she heard her son say that he had died once. She rushed to Song Chunlin and touched him up and down carefully, as if to make sure that her son was okay.

Song Chunlin knew that he had scared him, and quickly comforted him: "Mom, mom, it's okay, I'm fine now, right?"

"Don't worry, Yue'er. Chunlin is still standing in front of you in good health, which means that this child must have had another adventure."

Song Chunlin nodded, agreeing with what Grandpa Song said.

"Yes, Grandpa, although I died once, it can also be said to be a blessing in disguise."