บท 125: Do You Still Have Any Recipes?

Yuan Jiaqi glanced deeply at Qiao Mai, then left with the children. Yue Hong held Ling'er in her arms, and the little one waved goodbye to her father and brothers.

"Dad, brothers, goodnight!"

Qiao Mai pinched her little cheek. "Go to sleep. We'll play again tomorrow."

"Mom, goodnight!"

This day had been exhausting for her. The two thousand taels of silver meant nothing to her compared to the money she spent on spirit stones.

It was like a drop in the bucket.

Thinking about the ten thousand acres of land in her space, Qiao Mai immediately returned to her room, entered the space, and shut the door behind her.

The previous twenty thousand acres of land were planted with various vegetables, fruits, trees, and medicinal herbs. Now, she planned to cultivate the additional ten thousand acres.

She had all the seeds prepared - two large bags of grass seeds. Standing at the edge of the vast black soil, she felt her mood soar.