Interstellar Wife Rong Hugui

Chapter 7367 Able to Raise

At this moment, it was snowing heavily, with large, fluffy snowflakes, though not considered a heavy snowfall in interstellar space.

The wind wasn't too strong. It would have been colder at night, but the temperature was still manageable, not so cold that people would lose their composure. Feng Ling and Luo Bi got out of the military hovercraft.

Luo Hang and Guan Zhuting had just entered the house when they came out of the living room again.

"Are you hungry?" Luo Hang asked.

He only had one child, and he was always worried that the child wasn't eating enough and was freezing in the defensive city.

Feng Ling took out a large paper bag: "I brought her some nutritious and energy-boosting ingredients."

The ingredients grilled at the military headquarters canteen in the defensive city.

Guan Zhuting said, "I've already prepared to barbecue the meat."

Guan Zhuting and Luo Hang hadn't eaten. It could be said that everyone in the defensive city was too busy to eat. It was only because the child wanted to come home to sleep that Guan Zhuting and Luo Hang returned.

Everyone who participates in the battle gets a share of the prey.

Luo Bi received a lot of purified beasts, but she couldn't take the prey given to her by the children for granted. If she could contribute to the defense city, she could get more prey and have more food for the interstellar cold festival.

Luo Hang and his wife have some plans for this year, but they haven't asked Luo Bi yet. Their child has become successful, so they should hold a banquet. In previous years, Luo Hang didn't live in the main house and didn't need to entertain relatives and friends.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Luo Bi asked.

Guan Zhuting laughed as she recalled the situation in the defensive city: "There's no time to eat."

The group of people entered the small living room while talking.

Feng Ling placed the large paper bag on the dining table. Luo Bi ran upstairs to take off her cloak and fluffy gloves. When she came downstairs, Feng Ling and Luo Hang were talking. Feng Ling glanced up.

"Come and eat," Feng Ling said.

Luo Bi smiled, walked over and opened the large paper bag. There were about two hundred skewers of grilled meat, which she definitely couldn't finish by herself. There were grilled sweet fish, grilled river clams, and a bag of steamed small crabs.

Luo Bi: "..."

How stingy! Is this how you steam baby crabs?

Her family usually steams a whole pot of small river crabs, weighing at least three to five pounds. These are mostly shellfish with little meat, and they're never full after eating them. But this time, a bag of steamed small crabs only contains a handful.

It's good for satisfying cravings, and the more you eat, the more you crave it.

If you don't eat enough, it'll be gone.

"Just this little bit?" Luo Bi looked at Feng Ling.

Feng Ling glanced over and chuckled, "Indeed, there aren't many."

"It's alright if it doesn't taste good." Luo Bi smelled the fresh aroma of the steamed river fish, picked one up and ate it: "It smells delicious to me. There's so little of it, and it's gone before I've had enough."

Feng Ling's gaze fell lightly on Luo Bi, but with a hint of doting. It's better to crave something than to be picky and not like to eat anything. As long as Luo Bi likes to eat, Feng Ling can afford to feed her.

"Try it first." Feng Ling didn't even blink at the rare river delicacies. "If you like it, I'll tell the military restaurant in the defense city. You're well-paid, so you won't eat their food for free."

Not wanting to eat for free, naturally she can have whatever she wants to eat. It doesn't matter if Luo Bi doesn't know what to ask for, Feng Ling knows how to fight for high treatment for Luo Bi. What is rightfully Luo Bi's, she can't be shortchanged.

After finishing a steamed small crab, Luo Bi said, "It's not good."

"It was made by a master chef," Luo Hang said to her, adding that she said it wasn't tasty even though it was made by a master chef.

"It's not as good as what we make at home." Luo Bi didn't care if it was made by a professional chef or not; if it was slightly inferior, it was slightly inferior. "Zhu Xingrong and Bai Juan's steamed dishes are better than this."

Feng Ling nodded: "Yes, we'll make it ourselves."

I'll have Jiang Yixin send over a basket of fresh river seafood later. (End of Chapter)