Stranger's Handbook - Chapter 67: Reward for the Greatest War Merits

Li Jing, the apocalyptic wood-type superpower, traveled back to the cannon fodder female supporting role reborn in the era novel.

As a vicious cannon fodder, the original owner abandoned her husband and beat her stepsons and stepdaughters for true love. In the end, she was abandoned by everyone and died miserably on the street. Once she was reborn, she directly sought death.

Li Jing: “…” True love, love someone, isn’t the food delicious?

As a person who has been devastated by the apocalypse, Li Jing has only one wish – to eat.

Li Jing never tired of farming, breeding, opening restaurants, anything related to food, and accidentally became a well-known private kitchen owner.

The three cubs who were abused by the original owner were also raised by her casually and became bosses.

The eldest is a business tycoon, the second is a top hacker, and the youngest daughter has also become a Grand Slam Best Actress.

Li Jing couldn’t help but sigh: Life is now complete.

A forgotten technology boss: Wife, did you forget something?

PS: Both men and women are clean

- Description from novelbuddy

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