Murdered by my own aunt, I returned to ten years prior, with just two months left before the apocalypse. Jing Shu began to build her fortress, raise some nearly extinct chickens, ducks, and fish, plant some vegetables that wouldn't exist after the apocalypse, stock up on some tasty snacks, and incidentally re-educate her complacent parents to make them see the true face of their enemies.
Life must be lived with style. As for my enemies, I take pleasure in seeing you salivate over my steak, in watching the enraptured look on your face as you smell the barbecue - such a lovely sight.

Jing Shu unbuttoned her thick cotton-padded jacket, feeling a bit hot. She had sworn that she wouldn't take it off even in her sleep, yet she wanted to break that oath as soon as she stepped outside. The fat chicken beside her started dozing off again, so Jing Shu could only take out its nest, spread it on the ground, and under Monkey's astonished gaze, the fat chicken comfortably settled into it.


Chapter 343 - Arrival at the Imperial Capital