Interstellar Wife Rong Hugui

Feng Ling smiled noncommittally. It was unexpected that Luo Bi could make even high-level, high-gene Thunderflame Warriors dislike her. Feng Ling thought she understood Luo Bi, but she didn't.

Luo Bi didn't seem to care much about the things that talented individuals and talented mentors could only dream of.

Feng Ling didn't know what Luo Bi was thinking. He couldn't see through this woman, but her doting on her husband was real. What did it feel like to be pampered? Feng Ling pondered, a smile playing on his lips. No one could possibly become a concubine in their household.

Luo Bi thought for a moment. Her family had chickens, ducks, geese, and the like, which were raised in the military's farmland.

If there are too many, they won't be able to eat them all, and they'll get thinner and thinner, and might even die.

She doesn't care about the snow-digging beasts; she won't eat even one.

"Does the military have partridges?" Luo Bi had her eye on the partridges at the military headquarters.

Partridge with purple wine can enhance the combat power of Thunderflame Warriors. Besides, roasting a small partridge is also delicious. Luo Bi figured that a legion shouldn't be without any of its own.

Feng Ling pondered for a moment: "Yes."

The chickens raised by the keeper are not in the hands of the garrison's families. When rewards are given for meritorious service, if a Thunderflame Warrior breaks through to a higher combat level, he will be given a partridge. In interstellar space, equipment, resources, and food are one's life savings.

"How many are there?" Luo Bi asked.

“We raised a thousand,” Feng Ling said. “Currently, we have less than three hundred.”

Luo Bi asked with a grin, "I want two hundred. Will the military provide them? I don't want to dig up snow beasts."

Feng Ling's gaze fell on Luo Bi: "I'll talk to the general."

Feng Ling got up to go to the defensive city, and Luo Bi followed.

Luo Bi pouted at Feng Ling, "I don't want to dig up the snow beast, I don't want to eat this."

The meat of the Snow Beast is of good quality; it's a type of meat that's usually hard to find in interstellar space. Luo Bi was making a fuss about not eating it, and the Thunderflame Warriors would think she was being too willful, but Feng Ling didn't. Feng Ling actually liked it when Luo Bi clung to him and acted coquettishly.

Feng Ling stopped and turned around: "Okay, I won't eat."

Luo Bi immediately beamed with joy, her smile radiant and pure, because Feng Ling doted on her and she had someone who cared for her. Feng Ling, however, was helpless; he had just returned from the defensive city and was covered in snow and wind, so he hadn't originally intended to carry Luo Bi.

Feng Ling reached out and picked up Luo Bi, kissing her: "After I finish these two days of work, I'll stay home with you."

Luo Bi smiled and nodded, then hesitated for a moment and said, "You can say to others that I have a bad temper, am willful and unruly, and spoiled and immature. That way, no one will look down on me. At the very least, they won't consider me for a marriage alliance."

Feng Ling raised an eyebrow: "Is this appropriate?"

Luo Bi looked up at Feng Ling with a puzzled expression: "I don't take any concubines, so I don't need people to think I'm beautiful and kind-hearted. It doesn't hurt me at all if people think I'm bad."

Luo Bi doesn't care about anything, and can give it up; she's never complicated.

So what if people talk badly about her? These people can be used.

Feng Ling didn't say anything. He could tolerate the Thunder Flame Warriors at the garrison saying that Luo Bi was scheming, but he couldn't say anything more. Feng Ling looked down at Luo Bi in his arms. How could he bear to say bad things about Luo Bi? Luo Bi was the wife he had worked so hard to win over.

Feng Ling kissed Luo Bi, released her from his embrace, and went out to the defense city. As for what Luo Bi wanted, Feng Ling said he would talk to the general, so there was no problem. Feng Ling had already counted the remaining 240 partridges at the military headquarters.

Based on this number, Feng Ling told General Qi Lan, "Luo Bi wants these partridges, but she doesn't like eating snow beasts, so we don't need them."

General Qi Lan: "..."

This one isn't left for him. (End of Chapter)