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Soon, Ye Jingmo brought a bowl of fragrant chicken porridge and placed it on the bedside table.

The chicken porridge was fragrant and thick, and even Jiang Li, who didn't have much of an appetite, was tempted to try a couple of bites.

The delicate rice porridge has a subtle salty aroma, not bland at all, and you can even taste the shredded chicken and vegetables as you chew slowly.

Jiang Li originally thought she wouldn't be able to finish the bowl of porridge, but there wasn't a single grain of rice left in the bowl.

Jiang Li had to receive intravenous drips for three consecutive days due to this cold and fever.

By the second day, Jiang Li's temperature had returned to normal, but she still had a cough.

During her illness, Jiang Li ate only porridge and water, and she lost a lot of weight.

Ye Jingmo felt a pang of heartache seeing how thin and frail the person he had painstakingly raised had become. He thought that once Jiang Li's cold was completely cured, he would make sure to nourish her properly.

"Brother Mo, I'll just walk around outside in my thick clothes for a bit, just five minutes, five minutes will do."

That day, unable to bear the boredom of being at home, Jiang Li tugged at Ye Jingmo's hand and begged him to let her go out for a walk.

Jiang Li never imagined that she, a homebody, would be driven crazy by staying at home.

"Your cold isn't better yet. What if you go out and catch a chill?"

Ye Jingmo, unusually ignoring Jiang Li's coquettishness, firmly stated.

He knew Jiang Li was annoyed and didn't want to stay home all day.

But he was worried that Jiang Li's illness might relapse if she caught a cold, and even if they had medicine in stock, they couldn't do it like this.

The physical depletion caused by illness cannot be recovered all at once.

"If you feel bored, find something to do in the house first. After a few more days when you are completely cured, I will allow you to go out and move around."

Ye Jingmo reached out and ruffled Jiang Li's hair, comforting her as he spoke.

Jiang Li lowered her head slightly, her face showing disappointment.

Even though she knew Ye Jingmo meant well, she still couldn't help feeling depressed.

“There’s practically nothing to do at home; you’ve taken care of all the work.”

Jiang Li couldn't help but mutter a complaint under her breath.

"The end of the year is fast approaching. Why don't you think about what to prepare? What kinds of dishes should we prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Don't wait until that time to start making hasty preparations.

Ye Jingmo reminded Jiang Li.

These weren't important matters; Ye Jingmo simply wanted to give Jiang Li something to do and distract her.

When Jiang Li heard that the New Year was coming, she was stunned for a moment. She immediately found the calendar and looked at the date. She realized in a daze that time had passed so quickly.

The Lunar New Year is just around the corner. This is their first Lunar New Year in the apocalypse, and they can't afford to be too shabby.

Jiang Li immediately took out paper and pen and started writing and drawing.

Ye Jingmo breathed a sigh of relief when Jiang Li didn't bring up the matter of leaving again.

When Ye Jingmo finished cooking dinner and came to call Jiang Li, she reluctantly put down her pen.

"Brother Mo, what are we having for dinner today?"

Jiang Li looked at Ye Jingmo expectantly. Lately, he had been making only bland porridge, and Jiang Li felt that her mouth was so bland that she couldn't taste anything.

"Steamed taro with pork ribs and stuffed bitter melon."

Ye Jingmo knew that Jiang Li was tired of eating porridge, so he specially prepared a better meal for her today.

Upon seeing the food, Jiang Li unceremoniously grabbed the bowl and chopsticks and began to eat.

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Jiang Li put down her chopsticks, patted her bulging belly, and felt satisfied.

Refreshing!

Regular meals are definitely tastier; drinking porridge all the time is just too agonizing.

After resting for an hour, Jiang Li put on thick clothes and started working. She felt like her whole body was going to rust if she didn't move for a while.

Ye Jingmo wouldn't let Jiang Li go out to clear the snow, so Jiang Li went up to the third floor.

After watering and fertilizing the crops in the planting trough, check the condition of the guinea pig cages, add food and water, clean the area, and separate the grown guinea pigs into different cages.

When Ye Jingmo finished his work, he returned from shoveling snow outside, carrying a basket full of eggs.

After the hut was repaired, he moved the chicken coop back.

"Wait a minute, shine a light on them to see if there are any fertilized eggs, then put them in the incubator to hatch?"

Ye Jingmo said to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took out a light pen from her spatial storage, found a dark place, and used the pen to shine light inside the eggs, quickly separating the fertilized and unfertilized eggs.

"Eight were fertilized, and twenty were not."

Jiang Li counted the number, a smile on her face.

This batch of chicks, once grown up, will become another source of meat.

When the weather gets better, they can go up the mountain to see if there are any pheasants they can catch, and then improve the genes of the flock.

Jiang Li, lost in thought, happily took the fertilized eggs to the third floor and arranged them neatly in the incubator.

About a week later, Jiang Li's cough was completely cured, and Ye Jingmo lifted her ban from leaving the house.

Jiang Li, wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, frolicked happily in the yard.

She had never felt the sky was so blue, the snow so white, or the air so crisp.

Pudding followed Jiang Li at her feet, playing in the snow with her.

Ye Jingmo was clearing away the snow with a shovel when he saw this scene. His forehead furrowed into a deep frown, and blood rushed to his head.

"Jiang Li, if you play in the snow again and catch a cold when you get home, see what I'll do to you!"

Hearing Ye Jingmo's sinister tone, Jiang Li paused in her snowball-making motion, slowly shrank back, and chuckled twice at Ye Jingmo.

Jiang Li didn't dare to be too reckless, otherwise her cold would relapse in just a couple of days, and she wouldn't be able to handle it.

After helping to clear the snow inside, the two returned to the house.

Ye Jingmo brewed a pot of ginger, red date, and longan tea. The red dates and longan slowly tumbled in the boiling water, and the clear water gradually turned pale yellow.

Jiang Li took out a pastry box she had bought earlier from her spatial storage. Inside were various kinds of pastries, including snowflake crisps, salted egg yolk rolls, matcha red bean paste rolls, and purple sweet potato crisps.

Jiang Li bought this when it was freshly cooked at the store, and it's still steaming hot and fragrant.

The two drank hot tea and ate snacks while gazing at the snow scene outside the window, chatting occasionally, with Pudding and Jelly nestled at their legs.

The room was cozy, as if the apocalypse had never happened; it was just an ordinary day after the snow.