“Ding! He Yushui, location: east room. Current inner thought: ‘Foolish Brother gave away the food again. We’ll have to go hungry for days.’”
I crouch by the stove, stirring red bean porridge, grinning from ear to ear.
This is my 17th day since transmigrating, and the “Inner Voice Radar” has accurately picked up on Sister Yushui’s thoughts for the 23rd time. Last time, she stared blankly at the candy jar in the grocery shop, so I immediately swiped a couple of candies from Silly Zhu. The day before yesterday, she touched her old sweater and sighed, so I dug out the floral fabric Dad Yi had stashed away and insisted, “Sister Yushui would look prettier in something new.”
Give yourself a thumbs up! To generate electricity for love, add another chapter. I have saved more than 20 chapters and can read them with confidence. I plan to write a million-word novel in the future. The protagonist will travel through more film and television worlds to explore the true meaning of eternal life - it turns out that eternal life is just a dream.
The little rain sounds quite nice.