The Cannon Fodder Wish of a Time Travel Chronicle

At this moment, Ning Ye walked in from outside with a gloomy face.

This shocked the Bao family of three.

"Ha!" Ning Ye sneered at the three members of the Bao family and went directly to the cabinet where the grain was stored.

Food was very precious in this era, so the Bao family's food was naturally kept in cabinets in the room and locked.

The most important thing is that the key is still on Bao Jianwei. Bao Jianwei is as protective against the original owner as he is against thieves. Every time the original owner wants to use food for cooking, Bao Jianwei must take the key to open the cabinet. Get food under the bed to cook.

Of course, there are not only grains in the cabinet, but some eggs and fine grains are also placed in the cabinet.

Because of the money sent back every month by the son of the original owner, and because Bao Jianwei loved his children, there was always some fine food at home, such as white flour rice.

Ning Ye looked at the lock on the cabinet and pulled the lock open with one strong force.

Oh my god! This scared the Bao family of three again!

After all, it is a lock!

But Ning Ye pulled the lock open with his bare hands, with a relaxed look, as if he was tearing away some grass, not to mention how casual and relaxed he was.

So can the Bao family of three not be scared to death?

Ning Ye took out a small bag of white noodles from the cabinet and also took out three eggs.

Bai Fangfang hasn't eaten properly for two days. To be more precise, she hasn't eaten rice for two days, so Ning Ye is going to make some noodles for her.

"Wait a minute," although he was scared, Bao Jianwei still called Ning Ye, "What are you doing with the white noodles and eggs? You prodigal old woman, put down the white noodles and eggs quickly. They are for my son and Are you, an old woman, allowed to touch your daughter’s food?”

"Why can't I move?" Ning Ye looked at Bao Jianwei with a cold face, "Your son and daughter can eat fine grains like white flour only with the money my son sent back. Over the years, my son You spent all the money you sent back on your children, but I, the mother, didn’t use any of the money my son sent back.”

"Bao Jianwei, I didn't want to care about it before. That was because my son was still alive, but now that my son is dead, you, a family of three who are nothing, are still thinking about my son's pension."

"So why am I still being polite to you? Do you still need to swallow your anger in this house? If you keep nagging me, be careful that I will deal with you again. I want to see if you, old man, are really like that. Fight."

Bao Jianwei was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva. He looked as cowardly as he could be, and immediately he didn't dare to say anything anymore.

"Hmph!" Ning Ye snorted coldly, and then walked outside. If she wasn't in a hurry to cook something for Bai Fangfang, otherwise she would definitely give Bao Jianwei another delicious meal.

Damn, it’s really something that needs to be cleaned up. If it’s not cleaned up for a while, it will start to itch again.

After watching Ning Ye walk out, Bao Fuling looked at his father dissatisfied and said, "Dad, why are you so cowardly! If that old guy Ning Ye scares you, you will immediately stop saying anything and let Ning Ye take care of you. The flour and eggs were taken away."

"That's right," Bao Fugui said with great dissatisfaction, "I was originally thinking about using the leftover white noodles at home to cook some pimple soup? But now it's okay, that old lady Ning Ye took it all away, which hurt me. I can’t even eat pimple soup anymore.”