With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Chapter 293 Seafood Feast and Everyday Sweetness

Now that it was decided, Jiang Zhiyu didn't delay and went to the Song family compound first.

Song Yanzhou was slowly doing rehabilitation exercises in the yard. He held onto the yard wall with one hand and the armrest of his wheelchair with the other, trying to shift his weight from the wheelchair to his legs. His body had become much stronger, and he could walk much more nimbly. Although the doctor said he still needed to use a wheelchair, he was becoming increasingly restless, secretly getting up and walking a few steps whenever Yang's wife wasn't looking.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu entered the courtyard, before she could even utter a sound, Song Yanzhou heard her footsteps. He turned his head abruptly, the movement aggravating his wound, causing him to wince in pain, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He strode over to Jiang Zhiyu in two strides, disregarding the wheelchair, and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her head, giving her a tight hug before letting go.

"Have you been safe these past few days? Have you encountered any more assassination attempts?"

"No. Something big happened recently, and those people have calmed down for now." Jiang Zhiyu reached out and straightened his collar. When her fingertips brushed against his collarbone, she could clearly feel that he had lost weight.

"That's good, that's good." Song Yanzhou looked down at her, his voice muffled, carrying a hint of relief at surviving a disaster. Although he had been in the courtyard for the past two days, his heart had been constantly on edge. With such a commotion outside, he couldn't do anything but worry in his heart.

"Honey, I feel better now." He puffed out his chest to prove that he had indeed become much stronger.

Jiang Zhiyu looked him up and down, a slight smile playing on her lips. "What's wrong? Can't sit still at home? Want to hear something cheerful?"

"What?"

"I've come here today especially to show off my skills and cook a seafood feast that I guarantee will leave you completely satisfied."

Upon hearing this, Song Yanzhou's eyes lit up: "Then I'm so lucky! I'm one of a kind in the whole compound! Who doesn't envy me for marrying such a wonderful wife?"

"Hmm, you have a sweet tongue." Jiang Zhiyu reached out and pinched his cheek. "It's your reward tonight."

Song Yanzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, he coughed lightly, leaned close to Jiang Zhiyu's ear and whispered, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe: "Then I'll wait for my wife to choose me tonight."

"Go away, you're really getting cheeky." Jiang Zhiyu's ears burned, and she shoved him. "Where are Grandpa and Grandma?"

"I don't know. Grandpa probably took Grandma to Grandpa Zhang's house. Anyway, we haven't left the compound. We've been doing what you told us to do; we haven't left the compound lately. Don't worry! Sister-in-law Yang is with them too."

"Okay, you can stay here in the sun for a while, I'll go inside and cook."

Jiang Zhiyu turned and went into the kitchen.

She laid out all the seafood she had fished out of the space sea that day on the cutting board—crabs, clams, small octopuses, prawns, and a few groupers, all looking fresh and lively.

She's not good at cooking, so let's go with the simplest and most straightforward method.

She cleaned the crab legs, clams, and octopus thoroughly, warmed a pot of porridge—seafood porridge—and added a small half cup of spiritual spring water. She steamed the crab shells and crab meat with eggs, and grilled the rest of the meat over charcoal. The oil sizzled and bubbled, and the aroma wafted out of the courtyard, filling the entire compound with its fragrance.

……

Before Song Bingzheng and Zhao Lanjun even entered their own courtyard, they were already captivated by the overwhelming fragrance.

Song Bingzheng took a deep sniff, and his steps quickened involuntarily.

"Whose house is this smelling so good? It smells amazing!"

Zhao Lanjun rolled her eyes at him: "This is obviously ours. Look at the jeep at the door, our granddaughter-in-law is back."

"This old man is in for a treat today!" Song Bingzheng was so happy he couldn't stop grinning, and he walked into the yard like the wind.

"Luckily, Lao Zhao didn't follow." Song Bingzheng glanced back.

"What can he do if he comes along? It's just a matter of a bowl of rice."

"My granddaughter-in-law's cooking is the only kind of food I can eat."

As soon as the two entered the courtyard, the table was already laden with food—steaming seafood porridge, topped with golden crab oil, and red crab legs and octopus peeking out haphazardly; the steamed crab meat and egg was so tender it wobbled, sprinkled with finely chopped scallions, the aroma intensified by the heat; rows of grilled crab, shrimp, and clams were arranged on plates, their browned edges sizzling with tiny bubbles of oil. Jiang Zhiyu had even used seasonings she'd brought from the apocalypse; the flavor was absolutely amazing, so intensely fresh that the entire courtyard was filled with its aroma.

Song Bingzheng sniffed twice, then happily scurried over to sit down at the table.

Zhao Lanjun stopped him abruptly, glaring at him: "Wash your hands! The children are watching!"

"I haven't had this stuff in ages, it smells so good." Song Bingzheng muttered, but his body language betrayed him as he turned to wash his hands.

Sister-in-law Yang immediately helped set the table, setting out bowls and chopsticks, exclaiming in amazement, "These shrimp are huge! These crab legs are so thick! Zhiyu really has the ability to get such good stuff!"

Once everyone was seated, they all looked at Jiang Zhiyu.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat!"

Jiang Zhiyu served everyone a bowl of seafood porridge.

Song Bingzheng picked up the bowl, blew on it twice, and then eagerly took a sip.

His eyes narrowed instantly.

"oops--"

He took another sip, and this time he could barely speak, only mumbling a sigh.

"Who else is as extravagant as us? These thick crab legs are just for making porridge; look at all the good stuff in here!"

He put down his bowl and sighed contentedly, "It's absolutely delicious. Granddaughter-in-law, could you stay at our house more often? This is truly wonderful."

Zhao Lanjun slapped him on the back of the head: "Stop talking nonsense! Don't you know how heavy the responsibility is on Zhiyu's shoulders?"

"I was just saying it casually, did you really expect her to make it every day? I'm the only one in the compound who gets to enjoy this meal occasionally. No, no, I should say the only one in the whole country."

Song Bingzheng spoke with obvious enjoyment, but Zhao Lanjun shook her head, too lazy to pay him any attention.

"You brat," Song Bingzheng turned to look at Song Yanzhou, "your greatest achievement is that you managed to bring Zhiyu back to me."

Song Yanzhou had just taken a sip of porridge when he choked on it and coughed twice. He put down his bowl and earnestly corrected him, "Grandpa, I married her with all my heart, not by abduction. Don't talk nonsense."

"Yes, yes, we members of the Song family are all honest and straightforward."

The whole table burst into laughter. Zhao Lanjun was laughing so hard she couldn't speak, pointing at Song Bingzheng with her chopsticks. Even Sister Yang covered her mouth and laughed.

Looking at this lively family and listening to the chaotic laughter around her, Jiang Zhiyu felt from the bottom of her heart that God had truly been kind to her during this time travel.

……

After dinner, Jiang Zhiyu pushed Song Yanzhou around the courtyard.

Song Yanzhou's neck was so stiff that he almost wanted to stand up and walk on his own; the veins were bulging.

"What are you doing? I told you to come out for a stroll to digest your food, not to crow like a rooster. Look at your neck."

"Host, don't you think Song Yanzhou looks like a peacock spreading its tail feathers right now?" The Seventeenth Space was watching the joke.

"Oh dear, it's hopeless, one by one."

"What's wrong now, host?"

"without."

After only two laps around the park, Song Yanzhou urged Jiang Zhiyu to go back.

"Wife, hurry back."

"It's still early, why go back so early?"

Song Yanzhou's eyes darted around, and his ears turned red.