"Why is everyone making such a fuss? Haven’t seen the world and causing a racket!" Grandma Jing prayed to All Directions Gods and Buddhas and over three hundred deities, worrying if any celestial protector watching over them might get upset. She mumbled, "Sorry, sorry, nothing to see here, we an no doubt. Please keep blessing the Jing Family..."
After chanting, Grandma Jing spoke up again, saying how in these tis, having food is quite enough, why bother with so much else? As long as these things weren’t stolen, they’re a reward from above, and that’s good.
So these supplies got the approval to pass through the Jing Family.
Despite Grandma Jing’s approval, Mr. and Mrs. Jing still felt sothing was a bit strange but accepted it willingly. The things were a bit much, but it only showed their daughter did well, bringing back such a big ship, what’s wrong with bringing back so supplies? Though the supplies were a bit mixed in nature.
After all, Jing Shu didn’t dare to be so open about her activities before.
The Jing Family started sorting these "gifts": The items that could be stored long-term were put in safe places.
But so daily necessities needed to be taken ho. Mr. Jing said, "Just in ti, we’re running low on shower gel, soap, and toilet paper. Let’s take so back ho." He’s practical, managing with just a bar of soap and a towel while bathing. But he couldn’t resist his wife’s penchant for luxury — shampoo, shower gel, serum, conditioner — now that conditions had improved, they indulged.
Mr. Jing decided to take back most of the food items, having Hulk pack them in boxes. The smoked at Jing Shu prepared along the way had to be taken ho, "It’s almost New Year, perfect timing for these festive goods."
Mrs. Jing’s eyes lit up, seeing many foreign goods she had never encountered before. The variety was astonishing, as though items from all over the world appearing — from daily necessities to luxury goods, soon showing things from the United States, then from France, and indeed so Middle Eastern specialties. She kept eyeing a few handmade rugs, thickly woven. "I’ve envied these for ages, seeing others cover their entire house, even hanging them on walls. I can’t believe how soft they feel to walk on daily."
What could they do? Just take so back. Anyway, these things were luxury items before doomsday; now, they’re invaluable or worthless, as they ceased production.
Jing Shu also got several rugs for herself, planning to cover her room.
Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing didn’t want any: "These are too soft underfoot, uncomfortable for us. If only there were more of these when it snowed in Wu City. Now it’s too hot in the South Sea, they might never be used again. Should we dismantle them for clothes or sothing else?"
Jing Shu thought about returning to Wu City in the future when it’s cold, just right for use without waste, so she shook her head and said, "Grandma, you’ll need them later."
Everyone picked and chose, taking quite a few things back to the Southern Sea villa.
Jing Shu also took out so trinkets from the Middle East, giving them to everyone, and the lively evening passed by.
After a long ti, Jing Shu was woken up early. She practiced her Magic Cube for two hours last night, went to bed late, and now only heard Grandma Jing chopping, knowing she was making dumplings, so she put on earplugs and continued to sleep. Mrs. Jing and Mr. Jing, Wu You’ai, all went to work. Third Aunt was staying at her office for the last few days, busy with year-end duties.
Sleeping until noon, Jing Shu yawned as she got up from the luxurious cabin, went to the kitchen, and ate Grandma Jing’s shrimp royal dumplings. With chewy skin, filled with minced pork and shrimp, plus sothing else, each bite bursting with a fresh flavor nearly swallowed her tongue.
While others couldn’t afford shrimp, the Jing family had an abundance, but pork and beef were limited. Jing Shu used to secretly supplent, allowing them endless fish and at, but when she left, everyone’s appetite grew, and ten-odd pigs weren’t enough, feeling tight. Fortunately, Jing Shu returned.
Jing Shu ate two hundred dumplings straight, yearning for more while seeing on cara how the fat chicken ran wildly around, as Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing discussed how to remodel the ship.
Still, everyone paid respects to fire and stove, needing to go ho — there were chickens, ducks, cattle, and pigs to feed.
Upon Jing Shu’s departure, the family suddenly felt the at wasn’t enough, so they decided to raise more livestock this year, just as several litters of piglets were about to be born, and Da Hua, the cow, was pregnant.
With pregnant livestock to care for, Grandma and Mr. Jing finished discussing and hurried ho with Jing Shu.
Jing Shu gave the mothership a mundane na, calling it Pearl. She left trusted employees on Pearl and felt assured leaving.
Mr. Jing hesitated, "Is it safe?"
Jing Shu nodded, "They’re people sent above to help manage."
Surrounding her were nurous rotten rmaids, gloomily watching every move. She appointed security for Pearl confidently, leaving behind surprises.
Grandma Jing also hesitated, "Maintaining such a large ship, and so many people, must take a lot of food."
"Grandma, wait until we get ho, there’s a surprise for you."
Back ho, Grandma Jing t bald Mayer.
Jing Shu grinned and said, "From now on, Mayer will help us work for three hours each day." The rest of the ti, he has to naturally attend to the company, managing factories across six locations.
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