Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

Her voice had a nasal tone and a hint of grievance.

Qiao Jingjing rubbed her forehead, not wanting to pay him any attention. But the guy jumped down from the carriage, blinked his wet eyes at her, and even tried to tug at her sleeve to make himself look pitiful.

"No, that will cause misunderstandings."

Lin stepped forward and asked, "Jingjing, who is this?" Qiao Wanjun, holding Shi Ming's hand, also came over and looked at Lu Yuan.

"This is Lu Yuan, my good friend. These are my parents and younger brother."

Lu Yuan smiled brightly, "Happy New Year, Uncle and Aunt, and hello to this little brother, you can call me Brother Yuan."

Qiao Jingjing was already used to his overly familiar manner. She led him into the house, and Qiao Wanjun, accompanied by a servant, led the carriage into the courtyard through the side gate.

Upon entering the house, Lin served the guests a cup of tea as usual. Seeing that Lu Yuan was young, she guessed he also liked milk tea, so she brewed a cup of plain milk tea.

Drinking milk tea from a gaiwan feels a bit strange, but once I drink it, I close my mouth again; it's so delicious.

There's a technological feel to this.

Shaking his groggy head, Lu Yuan said to Qiao Jingjing, "I have a cold, Miss."

Qiao Jingjing was speechless. "If you're sick, go see a doctor. Why did you come all the way to me? I don't know how to cure diseases."

Lu Yuan replied pitifully, "I want to eat canned yellow peaches. I'll feel better right away if I eat them."

"So, you think I'm some kind of turtle in a wishing well, and you've come here to make a wish?" That's what she said, but her mind was racing, trying to recall if she had any canned food in stock.

The neatly organized transparent shelves were a lifesaver; she found it quickly. But how to deliver it? Other things were easy to explain, but yellow peaches weren't in season, so she couldn't explain their origin.

After much deliberation, I decided not to reveal anything about the space.

"Besides canned food, is there anything else you want to eat? I really can't make canned food, and even if I could, I don't have the ingredients. Can you suggest something else?"

Lu Yuan thought about it and agreed, "Then I want to eat hot pot, and I want it spicy."

"Okay. We'll eat at noon. Go lie down on Mingming's kang for a while, finish your milk tea, and then go." There was just some powdered fever reducer in it; a nap should make you feel better.

Lu Yuan jumped up. "A kang? Is it like the kang in Northeast China?"

"Pretty much. I'm not a professional, so I had a craftsman build a rough one. Go lie down and see."

As the medicine took effect, Lu Yuan fell asleep in no time.

Qiao Jingjing was preparing side dishes for the hot pot at noon. Since Lu Yuan was sick, he shouldn't eat anything too spicy, so she decided to make something mildly spicy so he could have a taste.

Suddenly I remembered Dr. Feng, and I slapped my thigh in regret. How could I have forgotten such a good doctor?

Madam Lin leaned closer and asked, "What's going on with this Young Master Lu? It's the first day of the New Year, why is he coming to our house? Is there something he needs? It's not good to leave a stranger like him resting at home, especially a young man like him."

Qiao Jingjing was always honest with Lin Shi, and truthfully said, "He was sick and came because he wanted to eat hot pot."

"That's it? Just like that?" Mrs. Lin was somewhat incredulous.

Seeing the meaningful look in Madam Lin's eyes, she asked, "Mother, please speak frankly."

Thinking about her daughter's interaction with Young Master Tan yesterday, and now with the appearance of Young Master Lu today, Madam Lin decided to speak frankly:

"Ever since you came to your senses, your mother has been very at ease with you. But some things are not so simple."

You two gentlemen are getting along openly, but outsiders may not see it that way.

Don't think that just because others think this way, it's wrong. That's just how the world is; living in the present, we can't change anything, we can only compromise a little to protect ourselves.

Although Qiao Jingjing didn't understand why the Lin family thought her reputation would be damaged, she accepted their suggestion.

On the other hand, it's reasonable for her to be worried.

Everyone followed the rules and conventions, but suddenly someone broke this harmony. As a mother, she was very worried that her precious child would become the subject of gossip.

Let alone in ancient times, even in modern society, the malice and demands placed on women are disproportionately harsh.

So she patiently explained, "Mother, you're overthinking it. The problem you're worried about will absolutely not happen. These two people will be my business partners in the future. There's no romantic relationship between them."

"Mother knows you have no secret affairs, but Mother means you should be careful in front of others. Our Daba Village is so small, any news about it will spread like wildfire."

Although they won't say anything because of your seedling cultivation skills, they'll inevitably grumble a bit behind your back. Just keep that in mind.

Qiao Jingjing took Lin's arm and said, "I understand, Mother."

At noon, they still invited Doctor Feng over. This time, Tantai Zhou didn't come, and Xuan Yi stayed behind to serve him.

Qiao Jingjing washed and chopped the ingredients, arranging them neatly. Soon after, Doctor Feng arrived, and Qiao Jingjing described Lu Yuan's symptoms to him. After taking his pulse and examining him, Doctor Feng said there was nothing seriously wrong, that he needed to rest more, and gave him dietary advice.

Hot pot is easy to make, so Qiao Jingjing had her younger brother wake Lu Yuan up. Everyone sat together, enjoying the delicious hot pot.

Although Lu Yuan was still a little weak, he ate with great relish and praised Qiao Jingjing's cooking skills.

After lunch, Lu Yuan felt much better and started talking to Qiao Jingjing about business. "I've found a shop, but I don't know when you plan to open the bookstore?"

When Feng Lao saw Lu Yuan at noon, his eyes flashed. Why was there a young man here? Now, hearing about the bookstore, he remembered that the girl had asked Lao Yu to borrow a character plate a while ago. So, it turns out that she was opening a bookstore with this young man.

No, I have to go back and report this right away.

Qiao Jingjing caught a glimpse of Old Feng quickly leaving through the gate. Wasn't he just acting like he didn't want to leave?

"I have successfully produced Xuan paper, but there are too many steps involved in the process. My individual strength is limited, and the amount of paper I produce is sufficient for household use."

But expecting me to single-handedly supply a shop with enough paper for making books is wishful thinking, so progress has been somewhat slow.

Lu Yuan thought Qiao Jingjing was incredibly talented; she could even make Xuan paper. "As expected of a young lady, so amazing! What about movable type printing?"

"It's all set up. The problem now is that we don't have anyone trustworthy to set up an assembly line. I stocked up on the raw materials for papermaking before the new year," Qiao Jingjing said casually, tapping the table.

Lu Yuan was full of confidence, feeling that with Qiao Jingjing around, he had a solid foundation. As long as everything was in place, they could open it sooner or later.

"By the way, my dad asked me to ask you where you bought the wine you sent, he wants to buy some too. And my mom really likes the things you sent her. You're really something, a few things made them both so happy," Lu Yuan teased.

A smug glint flashed in Qiao Jingjing's eyes; her fishing plan had worked.