Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

Yang Sanlang nodded emphatically, "Okay, I'll go with you then."

A few days later, Zhao Yan had Yang Sanlang pack up half of the sweet potatoes and potatoes, enough to fill an entire carriage.

Neither of them brought their children this time, and even left their little baby in Chen Qingjiao's care.

Zhao Xiaomi wanted to go, but she knew her parents had to go out on errands, so she had to be patient and wait for the next time.

Zhao Yan was worried that Xiao Fu Bao and Xiao Fu Niu would upset Tian Xiu E, who was pregnant, so she left a lot of sugar-free pastries, bread, and fruit suitable for children in Chen Qing Jiao's room. She also left baby formula and diapers.

Now, Chen Qingjiao is no longer as surprised as she used to be when she sees these things.

She had known for a long time that Aunt Zhao was a person blessed by the gods. Anything that she had never heard of or seen before must have been given by the gods.

She keeps her mouth shut and would never go around saying anything.

Before leaving, Zhao Yan quietly said to Chen Qingjiao, "Jiaojiao, you can eat the food I left behind. Eat as much as you want. There will be more when you finish it."

She pointed to the pastries and breads with short shelf lives and instructed Chen Qingjiao, "These can't be kept for too long. Call Xiaomi and the others over, and give each of them some to eat as soon as possible, understand?"

Chen Qingjiao's eyes flickered, and she nodded gently.

"Okay, Aunt Zhao."

That day, Zhao Yan and Yang Sanlang left the farm in their horse-drawn carriage without having breakfast.

On the way, Zhao Yan calmly took out two sandwiches from her pocket, gave one to Yang Sanlang, and ate the other one herself.

Yang Sanlang: "..."

Yang Sanlang said his wife was very calm.

However, this stuff tastes surprisingly good.

After finishing the sandwich, Zhao Yan drank a bottle of room-temperature yogurt before she felt full.

Seeing that Yang Sanlang would glance at her from time to time, she raised an eyebrow.

"what happened?"

Yang Sanlang quickly looked away and focused on driving the carriage. After a while, he asked in a low voice, "Um, Yan'er, what did you drink just now...?"

He definitely didn't want to drink it; he was just curious.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan chuckled softly and took out a bottle of yogurt from her bosom.

"You mean this? Here, try it yourself."

She took the reins from Yang Sanlang and told him to go drink some yogurt.

Yang Sanlang moved the yogurt aside and tried to twist the cap off the bottle, just like Zhao Yan had done earlier.

"Click."

The plastic bottle cap was as easy to twist off in his hand as if it were tofu.

Zhao Yan: "..."

Zhao Yan's face twitched violently, and she said speechlessly, "You don't need to use too much force to open the bottle cap. Just turn it counterclockwise gently and it will open. Fine, just try it and see if it tastes good."

Let it stop, it won't stop him from drinking anyway.

"……okay."

Yang Sanlang awkwardly touched his nose and took a small sip of yogurt.

Um--

I must say, it tastes sweet and sour, with a hint of peach flavor; it's quite delicious.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "It's delicious!"

A bottle of yogurt is only about 200 milliliters, and Yang Sanlang finished it in just a couple of sips.

Just as he was about to ask what to do with the yogurt bottle, Zhao Yan reached out her hand to him.

"Give me the bottle."

"Ah."

Yang Sanlang placed the yogurt bottle into Zhao Yan's palm, and the next second, the bottle disappeared from Zhao Yan's palm.

Yang Sanlang's dark eyes flashed, revealing a complex array of emotions.

Zhao Yan glanced over and calmly asked, "Were you scared when I did that just now?"

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.

However, Yang Sanlang's fear wasn't about encountering danger himself; he was simply afraid that his wife's status was too extraordinary, and he couldn't possibly be worthy of her.

Instead of asking whether he was afraid, Yang Sanlang directly voiced his thoughts.

"Yan'er, who exactly are you? Are you still the Yan'er I know?"

As far as he knew, Zhao Yan had been mentally challenged since childhood and knew nothing of martial arts, let alone these disappearing techniques.

Sometimes he wondered if his daughter Yan'er was actually the goddess.

Otherwise, how could Yan'er conjure up all sorts of strange and wonderful things anytime, anywhere?

Zhao Yan glanced at Yang Sanlang, then suddenly handed the reins back.

"We've eaten and drunk our fill, so here, you can drive the carriage now."

"……it is good."

Yang Sanlang immediately took the reins and began to drive the carriage diligently.

Zhao Yan leaned against the carriage wall in a comfortable position, her eyes slowly glancing into the distance before casually saying to Yang Sanlang, "Sanlang, you don't need to doubt me, I am Zhao Yan."

"However, after I was pushed down and hit my head by Yang Zhangshi that time, some things that did not belong to this era suddenly appeared in my mind. I awakened the memories of my previous life."

"Moreover, I also have a portable supermarket. Oh, a supermarket means that it has all sorts of things, including but not limited to all kinds of food, clothes, and other random things you might encounter in life. In short, you can find anything that is closely related to human life in the supermarket."

"So, you'll find that I can conjure things up anytime, anywhere, right? It's because I have a supermarket that I can do this."

Yang Sanlang struggled to process what Zhao Yan had said, and after a while, he asked again, "Then what about the immortals you mentioned..."

"Oh, that was just a lie."

While they were talking, Zhao Yan produced another bag of potato chips and started munching on them.

Seeing that Yang Sanlang was accepting of things, she continued, "Don't you all like to think of gods and immortals when you encounter supernatural phenomena? That's why I can only dare to take things out under the guise of gods and immortals, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain it."

She earnestly instructed Yang Sanlang: "You must not tell anyone what I'm telling you today, understand? Just keep it to yourself."

She didn't want to explain so much to him, but she wanted to live a carefree life and eat whatever she wanted, so this kind of thing was inevitable.

Therefore, there are some things that need to be explained to Yang Sanlang.

What she didn't make clear was that she had actually transmigrated to another world, and it wasn't a matter of awakening memories of her past life.

However, for Yang Sanlang, it didn't make much difference.

Now, Zhao Yan is Zhao Yan, and no one can replace her.

Yang Sanlang blinked and stared blankly for a while before he came to his senses.

In just a short while, Zhao Yan had finished a bag of potato chips and was now drinking a bottle of coffee.

Yang Sanlang's eyes widened slightly, and he asked in surprise, "What is this? The taste is quite unique."