Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1191: Return to the Imperial Capital_1 Chapter 1197: Chapter 1191: Return to the Imperial Capital_1 After the wine was delivered, Qin Xue stayed in the storeroom all the time, even eating her lunch there.

“Master, this should be enough,” said Xue Ling, staring at the nearly full storeroom of wine jugs and rows of shelves filled with wine jars. In her eyes, it was more than enough.

“Let’s get some more, this should suffice for half a year’s supply if I come to collect it once,” said Qin Xue. She and Xue Ling stayed in the storeroom for three full days, then spent a day with Fang Hong and Guo Aiguo.

“Sis, you’re leaving tomorrow, and I don’t know when we’ll meet again. Remember to write to me,” Qin Yu looked at his sister, who had been tirelessly busy ever since she arrived.

“Yes, if you’re short of anything, just call me; I’ll send it to you. If it can’t be shipped, I’ll come back and make it myself,” Qin Xue had no other choice but to keep supplying from the Imperial Capital.

“Sis, could you help me find some study materials? I’ve finished all those I have,” said Qin Yu, wanting to accelerate his study pace for the exams.

“Okay, I’ll find the materials for you. Lele also needs some, so I’ll get them for both of you,” Qin Xue figured she could ask Li Zhao or Xiao Qi for help obtaining some study materials.

“Okay, thanks sis. Get some rest, I’m going to bed too,” said Qin Yu, bidding his sister goodnight upon her agreement.

“Finally going home. Going to be busy once we’re back,” Qin Xue mumbled to herself.

“Xue’er, we’re taking a ride tomorrow; get some rest now. Otherwise, you’ll be too tired, and your body won’t be able to take it,” Chu Molin had been watching his wife work non-stop without rest.

“Okay,” she nodded, planning to enter her space. The spiritual energy there was dense and would help her recover.

“I’m entering my space, are you coming too?” asked Qin Xue to Chu Molin.

“Yes,” responded Chu Molin, who had spent several days in Qin Xue’s space and appreciated its benefits.

“Feel free,” Qin Xue read her own book as usual, paying no heed to Chu Molin.

“Okay,” Chu Molin unceremoniously found a book for himself, both of them doing their own thing without disturbing the other.

Xue Ling was on the other side teaching the two children mantra. She planned to teach them techniques once they were older; this had always been her intention.

The next morning, Qin Yu prepared breakfast for them and escorted them to ride the vehicle.

“Brother-in-law, take care. I’ll see you off till here. Come back when you have time,” said Qin Yu, handing his child to Chu Molin. He was seemingly the only one left again.

“Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of them,” reassured Chu Molin. He bid farewell to his brother-in-law and boarded the train headed to the Imperial Capital with his wife, Xi Ling, and Fang Xiu’s child.

“We’re finally home. It feels great! Let’s start cleaning,” exulted Qin Xue as she arrived back home, which was covered in dust after their extended absence.

“Okay, let’s shop for groceries and cook after we’re done cleaning,” responded Chu Molin who knew their home was completely empty.

If Fang Xiu hadn’t been there, the food in his wife’s space would be enough to feed them for generations, but that wasn’t an option now.

So they had to shop for their meals.

“Xue Ling, take care of the three kids. You don’t need to help. I’ll go grocery shopping,” wrote Fang Xiu in a note to Xue Ling after seeing Qin Xue and Chu Molin busy cleaning.

“Let me go instead. You stay home and look after the kids,” Xue Ling didn’t want to see pregnant Fang Xiu exert herself.

“I’d better go. I don’t feel safe with a child going out,” said Fang Xiu, not allowing Xue Ling to go. Leaving a note for Xue Ling, she took a basket and went to shop for groceries, while Xue Ling stayed to look after the kids.