Of course, the red envelope group was as lively as ever, with a constant stream of new people joining. Over time, those newcomers gradually became veterans.
Tang Baozhu felt that those who had joined the red envelope group much earlier than her probably felt the same way as her, finding it meaningless, so they didn't talk much in it.
As soon as she entered the red envelope group, she immediately saw the exclusive red envelope sent by Brother Xu. For a moment, Tang Baozhu felt that she was really too awful, that she had let him down, and that Brother Xu was still not over it.
Fortunately, Brother Xu also knew that reincarnation was something that couldn't be forced, and that the world chosen for each reincarnation was random.
Like the former Consort Su Ru Shi, if she hadn't accumulated enough merit, she would have stopped reincarnating long ago. She has been drifting in the small world and has never entered the three thousand great worlds. Isn't that just bad luck?
If you're lucky, you'll have already entered one of the Three Thousand Middle Worlds or the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Only in these worlds can you have the chance to cultivate and become an immortal. The only difference between the two types of worlds is the amount of resources available.
Tang Baozhu had always felt ashamed to face Brother Xu, but he continued to send her red envelopes in the group chat as always, which she was too embarrassed to accept, feeling that she was too awful.
However, after this world ended, the system, Little Deer, promised her that she would definitely reach Brother Xu's world in the next world. This made her feel less guilty, otherwise she would always feel like she had deceived someone's feelings.
Since the last world, I haven't received many red envelopes from Brother Xu. I wonder if Brother Xu has guessed it yet?
He still feels like he's been drifting through a time tunnel and hasn't been reincarnated yet. If that's the case, Brother Xu might have another worry: Is it because he hasn't accumulated enough merit? Why hasn't he been reincarnated yet?
As always, Tang Baozhu didn't intend to accept his red envelope this time, because she didn't know what to say. However, she was already looking forward to her life in the next world.
Even a random weed in the cultivation world possesses spiritual energy. She's already planning to stock up on supplies in that world, and she won't let go of anything useful.
When I first joined the group, I was reluctant to use the things that others gave me. But after so many worlds, I still have a lot of things.
She was determined to prepare plenty of supplies for the next world so she wouldn't have to be so stingy when using them. She loved the feeling of stockpiling; running out of things would make her panic. She had to fill her warehouse to feel secure, so even if she were thrown into a post-apocalyptic world, she wouldn't have to worry.
He quickly slapped his mouth, just in case he had a bad word to say and in the next world he was abandoned in the apocalypse, that would be terrible.
Looking at the chat of the newcomers in the group, she felt that excitement she hadn't felt in a long time. Back when she first joined the red envelope group, she was a complete newbie, and she probably felt the same way.
Just as I was getting into the story, I felt the bed sink in for a moment. I quickly realized I had left the red envelope group and opened my eyes to see that it was indeed Feng Yi who had entered.
"Brother Yi, your mushroom stew is ready so quickly?"
Feng Yi hugged his wife tightly, his hand unconsciously touching Tang Baozhu's belly. "What do you mean by 'my mushrooms'? Aren't those mushrooms yours? Honey, I've been working so hard this month, is there any chance that they might contain my seed?"
Tang Baozhu was a little surprised by his eager gaze at his wife's belly. She had never noticed that he was so eager to have a child.
It seems there's only one reason: he's good at hiding it. When his face remains expressionless, you simply can't guess what he's thinking.
"Don't forget, I just got my period a week ago. Don't even bother calculating the amount for the past month. Once you get your period, all the previous efforts are wasted. You might as well take advantage of this time when you're not on any missions to try your best."
"I will definitely work hard, but I worry about you because I'll be away from home for several days every time I go on a mission. Do you think you'll starve to death when I come back?"
Tang Baozhu looked at Feng Yi with surprise, wanting to see his expression and whether he was telling the truth or not.
Unexpectedly, he did look serious and worried, which left Tang Baozhu speechless. It seemed she would have to practice her cooking skills in front of him for a while. The first step would be to start by cooking dishes that were burnt. She would slowly improve step by step. She thought that in ten days or so, she would be able to cook dishes without burning them. The next step would be to deal with the problem of not being able to put the seasonings in the right place.
It might be difficult to cook a delicious dish, but it's quite easy to cook a bad dish.
To avoid worrying that his wife at home would starve to death while he was away on a mission, I would feel guilty if it affected his mission.
"Starting tomorrow, I'll slowly learn to cook. Although I didn't know how to cook when I was little, I'm all grown up now, so I should be much better than I was back then, right? That way, you won't have to worry about me being hungry at home while you're doing your tasks."
Although Feng Yi didn't want his wife to cook, so as not to roughen her hands, he couldn't think of any other way. If he paid other military wives to cook for his wife, her reputation might not be good, which was not what he wanted.
After all, which wife doesn't cook these days? Only those who have never lifted a finger since childhood can cook. Those people don't have a good reputation now, so for the sake of their wife's future comfort, it's best not to expose them.
“Okay, we have a day off tomorrow. I’ll teach you while we’re cooking. I think I can teach you.”
Feng Yi wasn't confident in his wife; he was confident in himself. He thought his cooking skills were pretty good, even excellent. Teaching someone who couldn't cook shouldn't be too difficult, right?
If it were a complete novice who didn't know how to cook, it might be a bit difficult. But Tang Baozhu was an old cucumber pretending to be incompetent, so it wasn't too difficult for her. As long as he didn't realize that his wife was faking it, she should learn very quickly.
After Feng Yi finished speaking, he immediately pressed down on her. He had been holding back for a long time and felt that he had said enough, so he didn't want to say anything more.
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