Chapter 9 - 009. Discovering Superpowers
It’s no wonder Shuzhen was startled. Anyone would be scared out of their wits seeing a tiny cucumber growing visibly in broad daylight, suddenly over a foot long. If it were someone older with deeply ingrained superstitions, they might have knelt down then and there, fervently reciting mantras for ancestral blessings or pleading for a Buddha’s appearance, believing they had encountered a divine miracle.
Of course, Shuzhen was shocked out of her wits too, but having been reincarnated, she had at least listened to her novel-loving son read plenty of novels about time travel and reincarnation. After only a few seconds of daze, Shuzhen began to pick the over-a-foot-long, flower-topped, prickly cucumber that had grown in an instant. She wiped it meticulously before taking a hearty bite, savoring the fresh cucumber aroma filling her mouth, and began pondering why the cucumber had grown so quickly.
It seemed that, perhaps, when she touched the tiny cucumber, expressing her dissatisfaction with its size and thinking it needed watering and fertilizing to grow faster, it really did grow bigger?
But the watering and fertilizing were just thoughts; she hadn’t even begun to act on them!
Or could it be that the fleeting thought was what made it work?
Feeling suspicious, Shuzhen decided to test it again. Didn’t our great Leader say that practice is the sole criterion for testing truth?
She reached out and held another small cucumber nub, silently chanting in her heart for it to grow big, to become a large cucumber. Seconds later, Shuzhen witnessed another miracle. Like a fast-forward scene on TV, the small cucumber visibly thickened and lengthened, turning from a tiny furry flower-tipped gourd to a foot-long cucumber in no time. Two of them would make a perfect dish of smashed cucumber.
Shuzhen was ecstatic, recalling familiar buzzwords like supernatural powers, golden fingers, and benefits from reincarnation novels that Yanzi often muttered.
So, it turns out those online novels aren’t all nonsense; they not only transcend life but are also deeply rooted in it?
After all, her son was so smart and filial; how could he possibly be like his brothers and sisters said, only reading useless idle books?
When she thought of her thoughtful son, she automatically entered the silly mom mode, just acting like ’my son is the best in the world, my son can do no wrong, even if he does, it’s the world forcing him.’ Right or wrong aside, it helped her quickly accept the unbelievable events before her and even feel overwhelming joy rather than fear.