Chapter 71

Pei Yu nodded: "I applied to the military for three acres of farmland."

Luo Bi was puzzled: "Applied?"

"Didn't you know?" Pei Yu was somewhat surprised: "Feng Ling didn't tell you? Every family member has the right to apply for three acres of farmland from the military."

Luo Bi really didn't know this, and Feng Ling hadn't mentioned it. She was more interested in the farmland, so she decided to ask Pei Yu for more details and planned to ask Feng Ling to apply for a plot of farmland as well.

"If you really plan to apply for farmland, let me know when you choose the land, and I'll go with you to take a look," Pei Yu said.

"Okay," Luo Bi nodded.

There were too many guests at home, and Lan Qiao was too busy in the kitchen to handle it alone. She rushed to the living room to grab some help. She scanned the room and saw that Hu Li's group had the most people, so she ran over and started pulling people.

Who were Hu Li, Fang Zhen, and Wen Xin? They were esteemed contract masters, wearing silk and lace dresses. They didn't look like people who did housework and never did it at home.

Lan Qiao, who was oblivious, noticed that these few were the most idle, so she grabbed one of each and pulled them towards the kitchen on the balcony: "Come on, come on, give me a hand."

Fang Zhen, whose wrist was grabbed by Lan Qiao, panicked: "Let go of me." Lan Qiao had just finished cooking a dish and her hands were greasy, which made Fang Zhen almost faint.

The other one, Wen Xin, had a mixed expression, half crying and half laughing, and tried to back away, saying: "No, I can't cook, let someone else do it." The kitchen was full of the smell of oil and smoke, and she didn't want to go.

Hu Li reacted quickly and managed to avoid Lan Qiao's grasp, stepping back a meter and staring at her in shock. This heartless person couldn't read the situation at all.

Lan Qiao lectured Wen Xin with a straight face: "How can a woman not know how to cook? That's not right. If you don't know, I'll teach you. Cooking is easy to learn; you'll get it as soon as you see it."

No matter how simple Lan Qiao made it sound, Wen Xin still didn't want to go: "I'm not smart, I can't learn it. Let someone smarter do it."

"I think you're pretty smart," Lan Qiao didn't let go and turned to scold the frowning Fang Zhen: "What's wrong with you? Helping with cooking isn't like killing someone, why are you so unhappy?"

Heaven! This person finally noticed someone was unhappy, which was quite rare.

"You...," Fang Zhen was so upset and angry that she didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong with me?" Lan Qiao was righteous: "I'm teaching you to cook for your own good. It's not easy for men to go on missions, and when they come home, there's no one to cook for them. That's not right."

What a weirdo! Luo Bi's eyes curved with amusement, wanting to laugh but thinking it was inappropriate. But she couldn't help it, so she looked at Feng Ling. Feng Ling lowered his head and silently pulled her into his arms. Luo Bi, facing away from everyone, finally laughed.

Where did this Zhang Cheng find a wife? She's so heartless! Luo Bi secretly gave her a thumbs up, Lan Qiao was impressive.

Luo Bi was laughing so hard in Feng Ling's arms that her shoulders were shaking. Feng Ling gently patted her, signaling her to stop.

Luo Jie, who loved to stir up trouble, noticed that Lan Qiao was pulling people and many others were paying attention. He was watching with great interest when he accidentally saw the interaction between Feng Ling and Luo Bi. His gaze paused, and he looked suspicious.

Feng Ling gave him a faint glance, and Luo Jie sneered and turned back to watch the commotion.

Wen Wei, Fang Zhen's husband, knew her temper best. Seeing that she was getting annoyed, he quickly went over to defuse the situation.