The summer vacation passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, September 1st was just around the corner.
Qin Jiao had sold all the wild vegetables and mushrooms from her space. She then made a discovery: the vegetables watered by the Spiritual Spring were noticeably more vibrant.
'Even when the wild vegetables and mushrooms are gone, I can still sell other things.'
'Of course, those are all temporary solutions.'
Qin Jiao added water from the Spiritual Spring to the dough her parents kneaded, and the steamed buns they sold were snapped up every single day.
Although she didn't want to get any closer to Shen Yi, Qin Jiao had a soft spot for Mr. Du. So, every few days, she would go to his house in the morning to deliver fresh, steaming buns.
Of course, these buns also contained Spiritual Spring Water.
Mr. Du smiled amiably. "Xiao Jiao, I feel like my illness has improved a bit after eating your family's buns."
