Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 67: The Spiritual Spring Space Has Opened
She always spent her points as soon as she got them, never saving them for the next day.
She figured that since points could be exchanged for necessities, there was no point in hoarding them.
Besides, as long as she worked hard, she could always earn more points in the future.
Her motto was to spend points as soon as she had them, since she could always earn more later. The sense of accomplishment she felt every time she saw her points total grow was undeniable.
Her habit of spending as she earned might have seemed extravagant, but it was actually quite cost-effective.
The rewards she received from each exchange always significantly improved her quality of life.
The chef buff Song Qingya had acquired earlier was constantly leveling up the more she cooked.
In less than a month, it had already reached Level 4 and unlocked many new, exclusive dishes.
Among them was medicinal cuisine.
After eating it for four or five days, she noticed her health index had risen by 0.5, and she felt more energetic than ever.
’This cheat ability is amazing!’
As soon as the thought crossed her mind,
The mist before Song Qingya’s eyes slowly dissipated.
A clear spring gradually came into view.
The sound of flowing water was pleasant, and the surface was exceptionally clear and transparent.
[The Spiritual Spring Space has been unlocked.]
[Introducing the functions of the Spiritual Spring: Heals all illnesses; enhances physical constitution; extends lifespan; promotes beauty and youth... Functions are too numerous to list. Please explore at your leisure.]
The old Song Qingya would never have believed such claims.
She would have thought the descriptions were ridiculously exaggerated.
But now, having witnessed one miracle after another, she no longer had any doubts about the system.
Still, after experiencing the benefits of the spring water, Song Qingya understood just how precious it truly was.
Song Qingya filled a pot with some Spiritual Spring Water. ’From now on, I’ll use this to make porridge for Fei Jin and me every day,’ she thought.
She hoped the two of them could live a long, peaceful life together.
Good health was the foundation of all happiness, after all.
The cabbage, potatoes, and other crops she had planted in the plot of rich, black earth had already yielded several harvests.
Song Qingya went to the field again, carefully inspecting each plant before storing the harvest away in her space.
When Song Qingya decided to plant more vegetables, she realized she didn’t have enough seeds on hand.
Her storage was almost completely full of harvested produce.
Especially the massive pile of napa cabbage.
Even eating stewed pork with napa cabbage every day, there was no way they could finish it all.
She had to start planning her next move.
So, Song Qingya picked up a pen and began to carefully map out her next steps.
She would have to go to the black market again this weekend to sell off her current stock.
Then she could restock on new seeds and some meat.
She was confident that with proper planning, everything would fall into place.
After leaving the space, Song Qingya immediately started making a white rice porridge with the spring water.
With the help of the spring water, her cooking skills seemed to have reached a new level.
Even a simple rice porridge became incredibly fragrant.
Fei Jin returned home after finishing his training.
The moment he stepped through the door, he was greeted by an enticing aroma.
He walked into the kitchen to find a clay pot of steaming rice porridge on the table, along with several carefully prepared side dishes.
Earthenware bowls held refreshing spicy and sour cucumber strips, scrambled eggs with beans, and pickled fish. Beside them was a plate of sun-dried radish strips that their neighbor, Sister-in-law Fang, had given them.
It was a simple-looking dinner, yet it had its own unique appeal.
Song Qingya ladled a bowl of rice porridge for Fei Jin.
The bowl was filled so full it was nearly overflowing.
She smiled and said, "We’ve been eating such rich food the past few days, I’m getting a little tired of it. How about something light tonight?"
Fei Jin raised an eyebrow. Looking at the steaming porridge in his bowl, he asked teasingly, "Are you trying to lose weight?"
"Even if I am, you should join me!"
Song Qingya pouted playfully.
"Alright, I’ll join you."
Fei Jin agreed with a nod, his gaze soft as he looked into her eyes.
After just a few bites, Fei Jin felt completely revitalized.
"This porridge is delicious," he couldn’t help but exclaim.
He finished the bowl of porridge in no time.
Then he got up and refilled his bowl from the pot, coming back with it heaped to the brim.
Meanwhile, despite talking about losing weight, Song Qingya unconsciously rubbed her belly and sighed.
"Never mind," she said, a resigned look on her face. "You can finish it all."
After dinner, Fei Jin took the initiative to wash the dishes in the kitchen.
He not only washed the bowls and plates until they were spotless, but he also cleaned up the stove.
When he came out of the kitchen, he found Song Qingya repeatedly thumping her lower back.
Fei Jin hurried over to her.
"What’s wrong? Is your back bothering you?"
"My back has been feeling sore lately," Song Qingya replied with a frown. "I’m not sure why."
Lately, she had noticed a few minor issues with her body.
For example, she tired easily and felt sleepier than usual.
The symptoms weren’t severe, but they were enough to make her a little concerned.
She was even thinking about finding time to visit the town clinic.
’I’ve been so busy with work lately that I haven’t been paying enough attention to her,’ Fei Jin thought. ’I have to make it up to her.’
Fei Jin moved behind her and began massaging her shoulders and neck.
The pressure from his hands was just right, and she felt incredibly relaxed.
He was strong, and his technique was good, allowing him to reach spots Song Qingya couldn’t get to on her own.
Before long, Song Qingya was already feeling much better.
"Mmm, right there. A little lower," she murmured, a satisfied smile on her face.
Song Qingya closed her eyes, thoroughly satisfied.
’My husband isn’t just handsome; he’s capable and considerate, too.’
’He has to get up early for work tomorrow, unlike me, who has nothing but free time.’
At that thought, she gently patted his hand, signaling that he could stop.
"That’s enough, you can go wash up. I feel much better now."
"Alright."
Fei Jin nodded, but he seemed to have something else on his mind.
"Qingya, there’s actually something I wanted to discuss with you."
"Go on," Song Qingya said with a smile.
"Is there anything you can’t tell me?"
"Uncle Zhang from the head of the village mentioned he’d like to come over. I wanted to ask if next week would be convenient for you?" Fei Jin said slowly.
"Of course!" Song Qingya answered readily.
She suddenly remembered her promise to invite the Zhang family over for dinner.
With so much going on, she had almost forgotten about it.
Coincidentally, Song Qingya was planning to make some autumn clothes and intended to buy some floral fabric from the co-op.
She planned to ask Old Luo to bring some back for her when he came.
Her spirits lifted as she thought about her plans.
In the 1970s, the clothes at the supply co-ops all had similar styles and colors, leaving little room for choice.
Song Qingya used to frequent fashion events and had very high standards for clothing.
