Chapter 6874 Using a Soup Ladle to Scoop Vegetables

Feng Ling only occasionally attends gatherings with Guan Wei, mainly because of her good friend Leng Lie.

Currently, Feng Ling doesn't like his childhood friend and good brother very much. Going back to an old flame, well done. Feng Ling can't interfere too much with Leng Lie's decision. It's Leng Lie's business if he has interstellar currency to support a woman.

Feng Ling scooped up a bowl of mushroom soup and sat down to feed Luo Bi.

"Other people's business is none of our concern." Feng Ling said calmly, scooping up some mushroom soup to feed Luo Bi with great patience: "If you're bored, play with kids. Your personality isn't suited for complicated circles."

Luo Bi laughed: "It's too cold outside, it's not good to let the kids run around."

Feng Ling fed Luo Bi the last spoonful of mushroom soup, then got up and went to the kitchen. It was already very cold outside today, with a heavy snowfall, so it wasn't appropriate for Luo Bi to go out for a stroll after she had eaten.

After walking around the farmland, Feng Ling told her to go to sleep.

After Luo Bi fell asleep, Feng Ling went out.

A heavy snowstorm lasted all night, and the next day brought a blizzard and cold wave, with temperatures plummeting. As a result, food supplies became scarce, and energy liquids, energy stones, and elixirs also became in short supply.

In this cold weather, the alien beasts gradually migrated to habitable planets.

During the Galactic War, the weather conditions changed the combat power level of Thunderflame Warriors and the talent level of Talent Masters, making it difficult to distinguish between combat power level and talent level.

This has greatly frustrated the interstellar humans, and it just won't end anytime soon.

By late May, the combat strength of the Thunderflame Warriors and the talent levels of the Talent Masters had stabilized. The talent level tests brought joy to some and sorrow to others, as the talent classification was extremely rigorous.

Of course, those with high talent will remain highly talented, and those with low talent will never change no matter what they do.

The shortage of nutritious food in winter was a relief, as the military had promised to provide Luo Bi with nutritious vegetables. So Luo Bi called Wei Tuo and several children, including Zhu Xingzhi and Zhu Xingrong, to the planting field to pick their favorite vegetables.

The soup spoon also joined in, helping its aunt pick the best vegetables.

Dig up a small rapeseed plant. This one is growing well, with a few leaves, all clustered together. It's not a big plant, but Tangshao thinks it's good. Luo Bi saw it but didn't say anything.

These baby bok choy haven't fully grown yet; they must be delicious when they're still tender.

Here's a spoonful for you, Auntie.

Lieutenant General Mi Yue's money-grubbing adjutant followed, his eyes wide with disbelief: "It's not even fully grown yet, it's such a waste to eat something so small."

Luo Bi is innocent: "You talk to the soup spoon."

The money-grubbing adjutant told Tangshaozi what to do, but Tangshaozi wouldn't listen. Even though his aunt didn't say no, Tangshaozi was very meticulous and dug up these small rapeseed plants one by one. Tangshaozi dug up only the best ones.

Don't underestimate it just because it's small and has just developed intelligence.

The soup spoon is very clever.

The money-grubbing adjutant said, "I'll talk to your parents."

"Go ahead and scoop out the best ones for her," the soup spoon continued. Several children noticed and their eyes widened. The soup spoon was very good at scooping; it scooped out small bok choy of the same size.

“These cook in no time.” Zhu Xingrong, a little chef, said like a little adult, “It’s such a waste to dig up such small ones. We can’t let the grower see this.”

Lieutenant General Mi Yue's adjutant blocked the ladle and covered for it. Luo Bi was speechless, not understanding who this money-grubbing adjutant was on. The ladle had already scooped up ten vegetables, and now it wouldn't let it scoop anymore.

If the planter finds out, he'll be furious.

The money-grubbing adjutant glanced at the small basket Wei Tong was carrying, and, feeling sorry for her, waved for Luo Bi to leave quickly. (End of Chapter)