The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

Mother Qiao opened the door and came in. With a mix of helplessness and concern, she said, "I know you study diligently, but you haven’t fully recovered yet. Let’s not read for now, alright?"

Qiao Muchen said anxiously, "Mother, I’m not trying to read. Just give me the luggage box."

Unable to dissuade her son, Mother Qiao asked Xiao Shitou to bring in his luggage box.

Qiao Muchen quickly sat up, took the luggage box, and rummaged through it. In no time, he found a paper-wrapped package. Upon finding it, he breathed a sigh of relief, clutching it preciously.

Curious, Mother Qiao asked, "What’s this? You’re treating it like such a treasure."

Qiao Muchen said mysteriously, "Mother, these are goji berries. Tongtong gave them to me. She said eating them can improve... improve what ’power’ was it again?"

Qiao Muchen struggled to explain, but Mother Qiao still didn’t quite grasp what he meant.

Qiao Muchen grew anxious. He’d been muddle-headed from his illness and couldn’t quite recall what Zhao Zhitong had called that ’power.’ His face flushed red before he finally declared, "Anyway, if I eat these, I won’t get sick anymore!"

Saying this, he handed the goji berries to Mother Qiao. "Mother, please help me dry these. Tongtong said once they’re dried, they can be steeped in water or cooked in pork soup."

Mother Qiao took them doubtfully. Opening the paper package, she saw a small handful of little red berries, though many were now wrinkled from being squashed.

Mother Qiao knew nothing about medicinal herbs and didn’t recognize them. She smiled and asked, clearly skeptical, "These little berries can stop you from getting sick?"

Qiao Muchen nodded firmly. "It’s true! Tongtong said so," he insisted.