Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan smiled slightly, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the side room.

Watching his nimble back, a faint but genuine smile appeared on Qiao Jingjing's usually aloof face.

The night flowed silently...

When Lin Quan opened his eyes, the morning light had already spilled through the window, but Qiao Jingjing had already vanished without a trace.

"This girl, she really doesn't hesitate for a moment..."

He muttered to himself and shook his head helplessly.

After a quick wash, he was too lazy to start a fire and cook, so he simply strolled to the street corner, picked a steaming breakfast stall, and ate a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks, finishing everything on his plate.

He then strolled around aimlessly, returning home empty-handed.

But no one expected that the hidden space in his palm had already been quietly filled with thirty tons of rice and flour, baskets of fresh fruits and vegetables, and boxes and boxes of meat, eggs and milk.

For Lin Quan, money is nothing more than a few pieces of waste paper; what truly matters are the tangible necessities that can fill their stomachs and sustain them through life—these are crucial to his and Qiao Jingjing's survival from now on.

"I wonder when the time mirror will 'open its eyes' again..."

He glanced down and his gaze fell directly on the faintly visible mirror-shaped brand on the back of his hand.

Ever since it connected to the apocalypse where Qiao Jingjing was, this mirror seemed to have exhausted all its strength and fell into complete silence, without making any further noise.

Reboot it? Draw a new thread into the world? Nobody knows how long it will take...

"well……"

He sighed softly, silently hoping that next time he would stumble upon a world rich in resources.

Thinking about the present day—money is hard currency, but even the thickest savings can't buy a bag of life-saving food.

What if it were decades from now? Let alone tens of thousands of tons, tens of thousands of tons of grain would be transported into the port and wouldn't even cause a splash.

Lost in thought, he suddenly turned and found himself standing in front of the gate of No. 96 courtyard.

Looking up, Lin Quan was slightly taken aback—

Outside the gate, a familiar figure stood quietly, her skirt fluttering slightly, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

It was none other than Chen Xueru, the owner of Xueru Silk Shop!

Although somewhat surprised, Lin Quan immediately understood when he saw the tightly bound blue cloth bundle at her feet.

"Boss Chen? What a rare guest—please come in!"

He quickly stepped forward, exchanging pleasantries while deftly unlocking the courtyard gate with his keys.

Chen Xueru didn't stand on ceremony. She bent down, picked up her bundle, and stepped across the threshold.

"Here, I'll take it."

Lin Quan took the bundle from her and led her through the hall and courtyard, heading straight to the backyard.

As soon as she sat down, Chen Xueru pointed to the bundle on the table: "Five sets of clothes made to your measurements, all here."

"Try it while it's hot? See if it fits."

As she spoke, her bright eyes looked straight at Lin Quan, filled with undisguised anticipation.

Lin Quan opened his mouth, intending to decline, but when he met her smiling eyes, he swallowed the words back.

"Alright, I'll go give it a try right away—I want to see if Manager Chen's skills are truly as good as they claim!"

In a short while, Lin Quan had changed into a new outfit and stepped back into the courtyard.

As the saying goes, "Buddha is made of gold, and people are made of clothes."

He used to have handsome features and a pleasing, scholarly air; after being tempered by the zombie crystal core, his shoulders and back became broader, his jaw sharper, and he gained a more resolute and unyielding spirit—only his old clothes were loose, which always suppressed some of that spirit.

Now, wrapped in this well-tailored, crisp garment, he looks as if he has been re-refined: his brows are relaxed, his posture is upright, and his coolness and gentleness are strangely blended together.

Chen Xueru stared at him for a full three seconds, then her eyes suddenly widened, and she even paused for a moment.

Noticing Chen Xueru's gaze, Lin Quan subconsciously looked up to meet it.

abruptly—

The moment their eyes met, Chen Xueru's cheeks flushed crimson.

As if burned, she quickly lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously tightening her cuffs, not daring to even glance at Lin Quan.

Lin Quan's lips curled up slightly, a smile that vanished in an instant.

"Mr. Chen, your craftsmanship is truly superb. I'll definitely have to pay a visit to Xue Ru Silk Shop again if I need anything in the future..."

She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart before offering a gentle smile: "I'm glad you're satisfied, little brother..."

We chatted for a while longer, the topics jumping from one thing to another.

But everyone could see that this stunningly beautiful girl was subtly maneuvering around Lin Quan—asking about everything from everyday matters to hobbies, from daily routines to past experiences, her words light and tactful, yet every step carefully calculated.

Only after she had thoroughly investigated Lin Quan's background did she get up and take her leave, completely satisfied.

Watching that graceful figure disappear into the alleyway, Lin Quan shook his head gently and smiled helplessly.

In terms of looks, Chen Xueru and Qiao Jingjing, who just left, were truly evenly matched and it was hard to tell who was better:

One was as cold as frost and snow, with an exotic and aloof air about her;

A woman as radiant as the morning sun, every gesture exuding captivating charm.

If it weren't for the immense mystery of the Time-Space Mirror weighing on his shoulders, Lin Quan wouldn't have refused this attraction in the slightest.

But precisely because he held this trump card that couldn't be revealed, he dared not easily accept the challenge.

In contrast, it was Qiao Jingjing—who came and went openly and without any scruples—that made him feel completely at ease.

"Alas... being favored by a beautiful woman is not always a blessing."

He sighed softly, stopped thinking about it, and focused his mind on taking things one step at a time.

Fate is something you can't force or avoid.

He casually put the few sets of clothes that Chen Xueru had given him into the mirror space, turned around, tied on his apron, and began to prepare dinner.

I had just set the four dishes and soup on the table, and was wondering if Qiao Jingjing would be coming today. I had just picked up my chopsticks—

She then appeared suddenly before us, stepping on the mirror's light.

Lin Quan paused for half a second, then his brows relaxed: "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"If you don't mind, this is just something to tide you over."

Qiao Jingjing didn't stand on ceremony; she rolled up her sleeves and took a bowl and chopsticks for herself.

Seeing her movements become more and more nimble, as if she were returning to her own home, Lin Quan's smile deepened.

An ordinary dinner came to a quiet end in such a subtle and comforting silence.

"I'll clean it up."

Before she finished speaking, she had already gotten up and left her seat.

Lin Quan opened his mouth to stop her, but seeing her decisive and efficient back, he swallowed his words back.

Splash, splash, splash—

With a slight thought, clear water rose from the air, lifting the bowls and plates as if they were alive.

The gentle spiritual energy envelops each bowl and each pair of chopsticks, swirling, turning, and rinsing them in the flowing water.

In just a few dozen breaths, the stove was sparkling clean.

"I'm convinced, truly convinced."

"If anyone knew you could wash dishes like this, they'd be absolutely stunned."

After a few jokes, the kitchen was spotless.

As night deepened, neither of them felt tired.

Strolling into the courtyard, Lin Quan leisurely brewed two cups of tea. As the aroma filled the air, he casually asked, "Jingjing, is the situation stable over there?"

"Everything is going smoothly for now."

"We tested the waters today and exchanged a batch of grain for it."

Swah——