Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

Sister-in-law Gong Jinping continued to swallow her saliva, inhaled the overbearing aroma floating in the air, and smacked her lips.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk…”

"Oh my god!!!"

"How can such a thing happen? How can there be such a woman——"

"Can Deputy Captain Lu really handle this???"

"How can this be considered as asking for a wife?"

"What an ancestor..."

After Gong Jinping's sister-in-law finished speaking, Gong Yueyue sympathized with the living devil Lu Chenting, and also smacked her lips and talked incoherently.

"Pfft-"

"whee……"

"That chimney at Deputy Captain Lu's house, this is—"

"Is it that lazy black bitch who learned how to make a fire today?"

"Finally, you got smoke coming out of the chimney?"

Gong Yueyue raised her left short arm and pointed her index finger at the smoking chimney of Su Nianxi's Baozi's house. She blinked her single eyelids and asked jokingly.

"Is it not—"

"So, this aroma, which rivals the food in state-owned restaurants, couldn't possibly be coming from Deputy Commander Lu's house."

The fat sister-in-law Gong Jinping waved her thick arms, inserted them on the thick kidneys on both sides, and spoke confidently.

Oh?

The 21st century gourmet - Su Nianxi Baozi, the star chef is online, and is cooking the spicy and sour potato shreds in an orderly manner.

Well, the second dish.

"Change, change—"

Gong Yueyue, as usual, swallowed her saliva helplessly and uttered these three words from her throat with difficulty.

"Gudu——"

"Hmm, sour, spicy and sour."

The cuteness was expanding. Mrs. Gong Jinping, who was fat and broad-bodied, was feeling hungry when it was time for dinner. She stared at the chimney of the regiment leader Song Lin's house, which was smoking repeatedly. She looked like a lost soul, and after swallowing loudly, she mechanically answered Gong Yueyue.

Time ticks by minute by minute——

The two military wives, Gong Yueyue and Gong Jinping, seemed to be under a spell of immobilization.

At this moment, the two of them were standing in a row with an attitude of sworn brothers, biting their back teeth, swallowing uncontrollable saliva, and staring intently at the straight chimney of Captain Song Lin's house with curling green smoke like stupid geese.

Uh--

The two sisters-in-law were quenching their thirst by looking at the plums - they were full, full.

***

Troop training ground.

Soldier Egg Huzi: "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Soldier Silly Ersen: "H-h-h, is the training over?"

Soldier Huzi: "He, he, he, why didn't he give me an extra 'meal' today? I woke up with a stiff neck this morning, and all my movements during training this morning weren't very standard!"

Bingdanzi Xiangsan: "Hey, Huzi, the Living King of Hell gave you a break, but you're still so stubborn? I didn't realize you were looking for trouble?"

Wen Zheng, the soldier, said, "Little gourd, tone down your voice! Don't bring the living devil back to me! I can't cut you any thinner—"

Bingdanzi Si Xi: "That's right, you pinched and rubbed your neck as soon as you had a free moment that morning. How could the living devil with sharp eyes not see what's wrong with you?"

Bingdanzi Xiangsan: "That's right, Huzi, Wen Zheng is right, please keep your voice down."

Soldiers silly Ersen: "Hey! Do you feel that this living devil looks a little strange today?"

Bingdanzi Xiangsan: "Right, right, right, Silly Ersen asked the right question today. He asked what I wanted to ask."

Soldier Wen Zheng: "Yes, he has changed. Since the Living King of Hell was practicing this morning, I could tell with my sharp eyes that something was wrong. He has changed."

"Our cold and fierce living devil has become a little bit...what's his name?"

Bingdanzi Huzi: "Absent-minded."

Bingdanzi Wen Zheng: "Hey, that's right, I'm just distracted."

"Haha, little gourd, you're hiding in my intestines. That twisting, long worm with pointed ends is so precious to me. You always send me a message when I'm stuck—"

Soldier Egg Gourd: “…”

"What the hell is that? That twisting, long worm with pointed ends hiding in your intestines? You're really interested in it, aren't you?"

"Oh my god, I'm dying of hiccups—"

Soldier Wen Zheng: “…”

Bingdanzi Huzi: "Zhengzi, I haven't even had lunch yet, why are you spouting such disgusting words?"

"Oh my god, how can I swallow my lunch?"

Soldier Wen Zheng: “…”

The soldiers: "Hahahaha..."

Bingdanzi Sixi: "Tsk, Wenzheng, how can you produce such hiccup-inducing words every day out of 365 days in a year?"

Bingdanzi Wenzheng: "I..."

Bingdanzi Xiangsan: "Wenzheng, your parents must have been high on those green bottles of 56% proof Erguotou before they named you. I think you should file a report as soon as possible, then go back and discuss with your parents about changing the 'Wen' in your name to 'Wu'. Look at the words you spout. Do they live up to the energy you put into reading the newspaper every day when you have free time?"

The soldiers: "Hahahaha..."

Soldiers silly Ersen: "Hey, I'm getting off topic, I'm getting off topic, speaking of the living devil——"

Bingdanzi Huzi: "Yes, yes, yes, what were you talking about?"

Bingdanzi Wen Zheng: "The Living King of Hell has changed."

Soldier Sixi: "You four soldiers, are you all from the donkey pen?!"

Soldier Wen Zheng: “…”

Soldier Egg Gourd: “…”

Soldier Sha Ersen: "..."

Soldier Xiang San: "..."

Bingdanzi Sixizi: "Don't you see that the Living King of Hell is really missing his wife?"

……

"It's raining red, what is this???"

Wen Zheng, the soldier, was dumbfounded and babbled in shock.

"The Living King of Hell wants a wife?"

"Miss that black, lazy bitch of his?"

"I can't, I can't——"

"The Living King of Hell must be thinking of something else."

Bingdanzi Huzi also thought it was nonsense and impossible, and he shouted.

"Xizi, I think you are missing your wife at home, right?"

"I'm going to say this today—"

"Even if it didn't snow today, but instead it rained red rain, or even rained knives, our arrogant and cold-faced cultivator, the living devil, would never know that he missed his wife."

"Besides, don't forget how the Living King of Hell and that ugly, lazy woman managed to get together to form a witness!"

The soldier, Sha Ersen, swung his left iron palm wildly, looking calm and composed, with raised eyebrows, stretched neck, and complained confidently.

"Right, right, right, silly Ersen, your analysis is right."

"He's like a thousand-year-old ice cube, how could he know he missed his wife? Even if he knew, the one in the family compound—"

"That person—you all understand, I also think it's impossible."