Ting Chan

After transmigrating, Su Ying, Major General of the End Times War Troops, became a b*tch who conspired with a jerk to murder her husband. As soon as she transmigrated, she found herself stuck with two children and a handicapped husband who could end her life at any moment. 

Su Ying waved her hand dismissively. This was a piece of cake compared to the injuries she had dealt with on the battlefield. She had even suffered from not having food or water whilst being hunted down. This was a walk in a park. 

Su Ying had her own space for resources. She had meat in one hand and alcohol in the other. She'd kill every assassin who came her way. 

Not only was she able to heal her handicapped husband, but she also managed to raise her children well. She built a house and farmland around it. She eventually established her own civilization and empire. She was the queen of her own nation. 

Once her husband fully recovered, she helped him by clearing his name and getting back everything that belonged to him in Shangjing. She then tossed divorce papers on the table so that they could part ways and enjoy their own lives away from each other. 

He clenched his jaw. "Try getting a divorce if you dare!" 

Her two children wrapped their arms around her legs. "Mommy, don't you want your babies anymore?" 

Su Ying placed one hand on her forehead. Fine, I'll take them all! 

Looking After a Battle God With Hundreds of Billions in Supplies

Aunt Zhao, Bai Shuang, and the others served them a big bowl of beef dough bits soup.

"Not yet. I don't know why, but our house is much warmer than the outside."

Su Ying, who was sitting at the side, took a sip of the dough bits soup. Of course, she wouldn't tell them that the reason the house was warmer than the other houses was that she had secretly placed a solar heater on the roof. After the solar panels absorbed the light energy during the day, it would transmit the heat to the heat sinks in the house. This was also why the house was very warm even without a heater.

Meng Jiang was still young. After the dough bits soup was served, he picked the bowl up and took a big sip. Thereafter, he couldn't stop eating. He had never tasted such delicious dough bits soup in his life. Very soon, he finished the whole bowl.

"Uncle Meng, you guys try it too. Uncle Hea and Uncle Murong's cooking skills are not just for show."

A Preposterous Request