After being turned into a waste for eighteen years, Su Yuxi originally accepted it.
With F-level mental power, the whole family regards her as a marriage bargaining chip. Her fiancé is a marshal, but he didn't come on the day of the engagement. The whole star network is betting that she won't survive the wedding.
Then she fell and woke up a supermarket space. Malatang, barbecue, hot pot bases, cakes and desserts, all the modern delicacies she thought she would never eat again, are all in it.
She baked egg tarts, and the S-class beast from the Marshal's Mansion that ignored no one took the initiative to crawl to her feet and turn its belly. She made pickled fish, and the officers in the military department who relied on nutritional supplements to survive all year round were silent for three seconds after eating. She brought out a plate of braised pork, and Ling Hanye said for the first time, "One more bowl."
Later she actually married him. After getting married, the cold-faced marshal appeared at the kitchen door on time every day. He didn't say anything, just waiting for her to hand him the chopsticks. When she was pregnant, she couldn't smell cooking fumes, so he rummaged through the ancient earth database and personally cooked porridge for her for three months. On the day the child was born, the word "panic" appeared on the face that was the coldest in the universe for the first time. The first day Ling Nian'an could call "Mom", he squatted beside the crib and watched expressionlessly for half an hour. Shuangying lay at his feet, his tail wagging like a fan.
Someone asked her, how can a loser live better than anyone else?
Su Yuxi leaned against the door of her store, holding Zai in her arms, and behind her stood the coldest marshal in the entire galaxy.
"Whether you are living well or not has nothing to do with your mental strength level." She tipped the cub up and smiled, "It has something to do with whether you have eaten well."
