Rong Yan had no idea about this matter; she was busy preparing medicine.
After being busy the whole afternoon, she didn’t realize it was already five o’clock when she finished.
She then pushed the door open and walked out.
Madam Rong saw her and said, "Did you sleep until now?"
Earlier, when she had returned, she called out a few times in front of the house, but sadly, nobody responded, so she left it at that.
Rong Yan: "...I was making small pills, Mom, when did you come back?"
Madam Rong heard that her daughter was preparing medicine and didn’t say much more, after all, that was a big money-making endeavor.
"I’ve been back for a while now, by the way, Rong Quankun’s grandmother will have her funeral in three days, you should... stop by for a bit."
Rong Yan was somewhat surprised, "So soon?"
Don’t people here usually like to keep the body for several days?
"This was the chosen date, burying her sooner is also good, the body is starting to smell." Fortunately, nobody insisted she had to stick around constantly, otherwise, she really couldn’t stand the stench.
Others knew she had issues with the old woman, and when they gossiped... she immediately snapped back at them. After a few such exchanges, no one else said much.
Rong Yan: ...
In such hot weather, of course it would start to stink.
But, keeping it for three more days was also okay.
"Alright then! I’ll go when the time comes." Seeing someone off was a matter of respect.
"Mom, what’s for dinner?"
"Whatever’s available, you’ll eat what I make."
"Okay then!" Rong Yan felt that as someone who doesn’t cook, she shouldn’t have high demands.
Madam Rong gave her a look, "What are you standing there for? You can eat after you wash your hands."
Rong Yan’s mouth curled up slightly, "Turns out you’ve already made dinner!"
Madam Rong gave her a glance and ignored her comment, heading towards the kitchen.
For three people to eat, Madam Rong didn’t skimp; she made a dish of meigan cai pork belly, two vegetarian dishes, a tomato and egg drop soup, and a spicy smashed cucumber dish.
"Where did these tomatoes come from?" Madam Rong found them delicious.
Of course, they were a product of the "space."
However, this was something Rong Yan naturally wouldn’t mention.
"Someone gave them to me, there are a few seedlings too. I’ll transplant them tonight, and soon we’ll have as many as we do watermelon."
She planned to plant some cucumbers, tomatoes, and a few other seedlings.
Even though the black soil she transplanted outside didn’t grow as miraculously fast as in the "space," it still grew quickly. Most importantly, the taste wasn’t much different.
At most, there was just a one-point difference in a ten-point scale, which was negligible.
Madam Rong’s eyes brightened, "Where did you put the seedlings? Bring them over later so I can plant them."
"They are in my room, I’ll give them to you later." The things were still in the "space," she had to go to her room to get them from there.


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