Reborn Spicy Little Wife

Chapter 17 Luo Ning's Magic Box

In her past life, making little gadgets was her secret weapon for passing the time.

She has no friends or relatives! She has no social life and is a complete homebody.

In her 28 years of life, following in Xie Chang'an's footsteps was her only life trajectory.

Even when she was 28 and started a relationship with Pizi Cai, Xie Chang'an remained a god-like figure in her heart.

Aside from when she's on missions, she spends most of her time at home making all sorts of little things. From the dormitory assigned to her by the army to the house she later bought, she decorated everything little by little with fabric. She likes the feeling of swallows carrying mud, which gives her a great sense of accomplishment.

Luo Ning folded the fabric a few times along the creases and restored it to its original shape.

The word that flashed through her mind was: Ugly!

"Wow, you're amazing!" the girl exclaimed, clapping her hands and laughing, tears still glistening on her face.

Luo Ning magically produced a needle and thread, and began to sew along the creases again. Soon, the hair ornament was repaired.

"Just wash the dirty spots with some water when you get home!"

"Thank you, comrade, no, I'll call you sister! My name is Yang Caiying, I'm 16 years old. Sister, what's your name?" The girl happily took the money, carefully put it in her pocket, and even pressed it down. "Sister's hands are even more skillful than the female workers in my mother's textile factory!"

A textile factory has lots of scraps of fabric, doesn't it? She could make hair accessories out of those scraps and sell them; they'd be prettier and more practical than Yang Caiying's.

Luo Ning tried to get closer to him, "My name is Luo Ning, I'm two years older than you. Can I call you Yingzi? Do you know where the textile factory is?"

“Okay, of course I know about the textile factory. My parents both work there. Just walk straight along this road and turn right at the intersection, and you'll see the factory gate. But they're on holiday now. Sister, what are you going to the textile factory for?” Yang Caiying tilted her head and asked curiously.

"Hmm, I need some scraps of cloth!" Luo Ning told her in detail, then thought for a moment, "I can pay for them!"

"There's no one in the textile factory I don't know, sister. Let me take you there. Even though they're not working, there are people on duty!" Yang Caiying chattered as she clung to Luo Ning's arm and walked toward the textile factory.

"Okay, I'll rely on Yingzi for everything. I'll give you some pretty hair accessories as a thank you gift!" Luo Ning promised. Meeting a lucky charm as soon as she stepped out the door was simply too good to be true.

She will take things out of the space, but only in a safe way.

So she subconsciously looked for ways to make money and then figured out a reasonable and safe way to move the things out of the space.

"Really? I'll take that seriously!" Yang Caiying was overjoyed and subconsciously quickened her pace.

Xie Chang'an, on the train, suddenly felt a little hungry. He opened his backpack and saw a large lunchbox.

He had never seen this before; it must have been prepared by Luo Ning.

As Xie Chang'an was about to pick up the lunchbox, he noticed a pink piece of paper on the side.

He picked it up curiously and opened it eagerly.

Company Commander Xie, you should be on the train when you read this letter. Aren't you happy, excited, and relieved? You can finally get rid of this fat guy and go see the white moonlight in your heart?

Company Commander Xie, the situation this year is very serious. You must, must, must pay attention to your lifestyle.

Company Commander Xie, no—

Deputy Battalion Commander Xie, don't think I don't know you're the deputy battalion commander just because you didn't say so. There's no bed you can't sleep in, and no wall that doesn't let the wind in. (Laughs three times)

But don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

When you open your backpack, you'll see Luo Ning's magic box, which contains your food rations for the train. Make sure to finish them all before you get off!

There's also 10 yuan in a hidden compartment inside the backpack. If there's not enough food, I can buy something to tide me over and not go hungry.

Thank you for not allowing me to accompany you to the military base. See you on the third day of the sixth lunar month!

Luoning, today.

Xie Chang'an's face flushed slightly, giving him the impression that he had been caught red-handed.

He never expected that he would be seen through; Luo Ning was indeed very familiar with the military!

Xie Chang'an didn't look for money; instead, he opened the lunchbox lid, and steaming hot wontons appeared in his sight...

He was stunned for a moment. When was this prepared? He had no idea.

And it's been several hours, why is it still hot?

Xie Chang'an then uncovered the second layer, which contained braised beef with potatoes and rice, all piping hot.

The third layer consists of steaming hot potstickers.

He instantly understood that the lunchbox Luo Ning had prepared had a heat preservation function. It was indeed amazing; he had never seen anything like it before.

Xie Chang'an took the spoon from the lid of his lunchbox and started eating the wontons. They were fresh and fragrant, with thin skins and generous fillings of meat. The wonton soup, with its scallions, filled Xie Chang'an's stomach and warmed his heart.

"Brother, your wife is so virtuous!" A man in military uniform across from them suddenly exclaimed, unable to hide his envy. Although he couldn't see what was in the two lunch boxes below Xie Chang'an's, the large wontons were all in his sight, and they smelled incredibly delicious.

His mother packed him a few steamed buns to eat on the train, but when he smelled Xie Chang'an's wontons, it felt like he was chewing wood chips.

"Hmm—" Luo Ning is indeed very virtuous, but also very feisty.

Xie Chang'an glanced at the man opposite him and found that he was a platoon leader, but he didn't like the lust in his eyes.

After Xie Chang'an finished packing up his lunchbox, he closed his eyes and recalled the moments he had spent with Luo Ning over the past few days.

The platoon leader, who had wanted to strike up a conversation with him, obediently kept quiet.

On the street, Luo Ning and Yang Caiying quickly arrived at the textile factory. After hearing Luo Ning's purpose, the female worker on duty placed a burlap sack on the ground, saying, "We usually take this to sell as scrap..."

Luo Ning opened the bag and found it filled with all sorts of colorful things. She was overjoyed and took out a yuan coin, stuffing it into the female worker's hand. "Auntie, take this!"

"Oh dear, I can't accept this!" The female worker pocketed the money. Usually, this bag would only sell for fifty cents, but this girl gave her a dollar and she still kept fifty cents for herself. Her attitude was incredibly enthusiastic. "If you need it next time, just come find me! My name is Zhang Laidi."

"Okay! Thank you, Aunt Zhang!" Luo Ning shouldered the bag and walked out happily.

Yang Caiying saw her off all the way to the bus station before reluctantly saying goodbye. "Sister, next time you come to the city, be sure to come and see me! My home is right behind the textile factory, you can just ask around and you'll find out."

"Okay!" Luo Ning smiled slightly as he watched Yang Caiying leave.

Luo Ning spotted a small hotel out of the corner of his eye, went inside and bought two jars of sorghum liquor. In a secluded corner, he stored everything into his spatial storage.

From the memories she inherited from the original owner, she discovered that Luo Baiwan liked to drink, so she catered to his taste.

She figured it was getting late and had a bad feeling, so she didn't continue shopping and took the bus home.

As Luo Ning, carrying a wine jar and a piece of cloth, trudged into the village through the wind and snow, he was met by a woman with a bulbous nose carrying a wine bottle. "Luo Ning, you're finally back! Something happened to your family!"

"What's wrong?" Luo Ning's heart skipped a beat. She put the wine jar and scraps of cloth on the ground. Her first thought was, "Could it be that my father's back is hurting?"

The man with the red nose blew his nose and wiped the snot directly onto his cotton-padded jacket. "Luo Jing is not good..."

Luo Ning's mind went blank for a moment, and he sprinted towards the village on his flaming wheels.