CHAPTER 210: CHAPTER 193: RAISING A LITTLE BROTHER (PART 2)

By the way, besides the warehouse, other places in the yard where these are placed will also degrade.

The most important thing is, the space can actually clean up the trash by itself!

Feeling secretly amazed, Xiaomi grabbed a new bamboo basket that hadn’t been unsealed and placed the lean meat and chicken in it.

She then cut a section of winter melon, took a small pumpkin, two white radishes, and several eggs, putting them in another bamboo basket.

Of course, onions, ginger, and garlic should also be prepared.

The little person carried two large bamboo baskets. Good thing they were in the space, merely for show. Otherwise, she really couldn’t have lifted them.

When she pushed the courtyard door open, she called out, "Big brother, I’m back."

The first one to rush over was Little Black, barking twice, and then slipped away by Xiaomi’s legs, with Little Mi following closely.

It seems this time they were really stifled in the yard.

Wei Ziang’s room was by the main door. As Xiaomi went inside, she saw Wei Ziang leaning on the window taking a nap with it open.

He only opened his eyes after hearing the noise, with a touch of confusion in them.

He blinked and collected himself before smiling slightly, "Xiaomi, you’ve returned."

Xiaomi put down the two vegetable baskets, feigning tiredness, took a deep breath, and said, "Big brother must be hungry, I’ll make you food, you rest a bit longer."

The kitchen quickly filled with the sound of chopping—minced pork and winter melon slices cooking together in soup, with a steamed egg on the side.

In less than half an hour, Xiaomi came with a bowl of winter melon meatball soup and a bowl of tender steamed egg.

"Big brother, eat first, I bought some chicken, need to soak the blood out first. I’ll make chicken soup for you to drink later."

Wei Ziang was momentarily stunned, then quickly nodded, "Thank you, Xiaomi."

As Xiaomi turned to leave, she noticed Wei Ziang was only in bandages, without even any clothes.

Although the space wasn’t too cold or hot, not having clothes was peculiar.

But this wasn’t the most important thing. More crucially, the bandages on him were seeping blood, which had dried to a dark red.

"Big brother, after eating, lie down more, don’t always sit. Your injuries are mostly on your back, lying down could heal faster."

His back, buttocks, legs—there were many wounds, whereas the front had fewer.

It’s remarkable that Wei Ziang neither cried nor fussed; even with blood seeping, he remained calm, as if insensitive to pain.

Could it be that when he lost his memory, he also lost his sense of pain?

In her doubt, she saw Wei Ziang take a spoonful of the steamed egg, gently blowing on it before eating.

Xiaomi breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he feared heat, indicating his pain sensation existed.

Looks like he just has a high tolerance for pain.

When going out, Xiaomi casually took the toilet bucket out. But once outside the yard, she didn’t need to handle it herself.

Her mind controlled the bucket to the back of the house, where she indeed found a latrine pit; she hadn’t used these yet, having only been aware of it in the space.

She poured the filth into it, then summoned clear water, cleaned the bucket, sprayed disinfectant and deodorizer, and put it back.

By this time, Wei Ziang was sipping on the winter melon soup and upon seeing Xiaomi, awkwardly expressed his thanks, blushing a little.

It must be said, the space is really rejuvenating. In just one day, Wei Ziang’s complexion had significantly improved.

"It’s nothing, big brother, just focus on recovering, don’t worry about anything else."

Xiaomi waved her hand boldly, then picked up the empty bowl that had contained the milk powder and continued busying herself in the kitchen.

She fetched a small bucket of Spiritual Spring water, tidied up the kitchen, boiled a kettle of hot water for the room, then fetched a wooden basin and a cloth.

Xiaomi’s meatballs were few; as Wei Ziang finished eating, she suggested he rest a bit more while she ran an errand.

After searching for a while, she finally found some suitable nightgowns; she certainly couldn’t make clothes, but there were plenty of things in the space.

The nightgown was cross-necked, and with two pairs of plain men’s beach shorts, it became sleepwear and undergarments.

Though the styles had differences, compared to cartoon patterns, coral fleece, or onesies, these were the closest she could find.

She also found a pair of gray, fluffy snow boots, just anklet high, suitable for their softness.

Wei Ziang’s soles were worn out; although he mostly stayed in bed, once he felt better, he might want to walk around, and these shoes would make it less painful.