With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

When Song Yanzhou heard the very light footsteps outside the courtyard, he immediately rushed out.

Sure enough, under the moonlight, his wife stood in the middle of the courtyard, wearing a dark green cheongsam, her hair styled in a low bun, and the jade earring on her earlobe swayed slightly.

He froze for a moment.

Then he quickly walked over and pulled the person into his arms.

"It's so late."

His voice was low, tinged with concern and a hint of helplessness.

"How unsafe!"

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against his chest, smelling the faint scent of soap on him, and her nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed.

"If you're too busy, you don't have to keep that agreement."

Song Yanzhou gently patted her back.

Your safety is the top priority.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything, but simply buried her face in his chest.

He didn't speak for a long time.

"Yes, a lot of things have come to an end recently."

"You can rest at home for a while."

Song Yanzhou was overjoyed.

He tightened his grip on Jiang Zhiyu's arm for a moment, then quickly loosened it, afraid of choking her.

"Then I'll have to trouble Commander Song to take care of you."

Jiang Zhiyu raised her head, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Song Yanzhou's eyes lit up, and he turned and ran towards the kitchen.

"I'll cook you some noodles right now."

Jiang Zhiyu really didn't eat much.

I've been through a lot of tinkering since returning from Europe, getting into space, upgrading things, and now my stomach is completely empty.

"OK."

She leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching Song Yanzhou busy at work.

"Everything Commander Song cooks tastes delicious."

Song Yanzhou didn't turn his head, but his ears turned red.

A bowl of egg noodles was served shortly afterward.

The noodles were hand-rolled, thin and even, the soup base was clear, and two poached eggs were nestled on top, with runny yolks. A sprinkle of chopped scallions was sprinkled on top, and the aroma wafted straight into my nose.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up a piece with her chopsticks, took a bite, and her eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Mmm, it's delicious."

"Commander Song's cooking is really good."

Song Yanzhou moved a small stool, sat down opposite her, rested his chin on his hands, and just watched her eat.

Its eyes were bright and sparkling, like a little pug waiting to be praised.

Jiang Zhiyu found his gaze amusing and picked up a fried egg, handing it to him.

"You eat too."

"I'm not hungry, you eat yours."

Song Yanzhou shook his head, his chin still resting on the back of his hand, his eyes unblinking.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored him and finished the bowl of noodles, even drinking the soup.

Only then did Song Yanzhou get up with satisfaction and take the bowls to wash.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned back in her chair, squinting as she watched his back as he washed the dishes.

The tap was running, the water was gushing, and Song Yanzhou was humming an unknown tune.

A short while later, he came in carrying a basin of hot water.

"Come on, let's soak our feet."

He placed the basin beside Jiang Zhiyu's feet, squatted down, and without saying a word, took off her shoes and socks, then pressed her feet into the basin.

The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

He lowered his head and gently rubbed her feet, his fingertips rubbing along her ankles in circles, not even missing between her toes.

I thought to myself, "How come my wife is so beautiful? Even her feet are so white and cute. I can't help but love them."

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled and flicked his head.

"If you keep scrubbing, you'll scrub the skin off your feet."

Song Yanzhou chuckled twice, rubbed her feet a couple more times, and then reluctantly stopped. He dried her feet with a towel, picked her up, and carried her into the house.

Once in bed, Song Yanzhou pulled Jiang Zhiyu into his arms.

His arms were long, encircling her completely, with his chin resting on the top of her head.

"Honey, you can rest for a while this time, how long is it?"

"Um……"

Jiang Zhiyu found a comfortable position in his arms.

"I don't know the specifics."

"Well, the people from the Second Administration aren't coming to see me, so I should be able to rest for a long time."

Song Yanzhou was even happier.

"That's perfect."

He paused.

"Commander Li is being transferred."

"I wanted to invite you to my house for dinner a while ago, but you were busy with work and had to leave."

Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes.

"Where has Commander Li been transferred to?"

"I don't know the specifics yet, but I heard it's moved up a step."

"Then let's go to Commander Li's house tomorrow."

"good."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"I miss them too."

"Remember to wake me up early tomorrow morning."

"Let's go buy some things together before we go over."

"OK."

Song Yanzhou lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Go to sleep."

Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes, listened to his steady heartbeat, and slowly drifted into a dream.

As soon as it was light, Jiang Zhiyu reached out and touched the bed; it was already cold.

Since we're at home, let's make breakfast using the ingredients we have!

Seventeen squatted by the stove, her blue crystals flashing, looking at the abalone, sea cucumber, and prawns in the pot, and couldn't help but complain.

"Host, is this seafood, or seafood porridge? Half of it is seafood, isn't it? Even I, the system, think you're being extravagant."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't even look up.

"Well, what can we do? We have so much seafood at home, we can't even eat it all."

Seventeen flapped its wings.

"Host, you're being way too Versailles."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled but didn't reply.

She suddenly remembered something.

"That's right, we can go get a basket of seafood for Commander Li's family today. It'll be much more impressive than buying things from the supply and marketing cooperative. Besides, seafood from this space has its own spiritual energy, which is good for your health."

He nodded seventeen times.

"That makes sense."

Jiang Zhiyu hummed in agreement and continued stirring the porridge.

For this meal, she didn't use any ingredients from the small kitchen; she used everything from the space.

The seafood congee uses spring water as a base, and abalone, sea cucumber, prawns, and scallops are chopped up and cooked together with rice.

The boiled corn was grown in the space, and every single kernel was plump.

The cold dishes consist of seventeen kinds from the space. After blanching, they are mixed with spiritual spring water and a little sesame oil, making them very refreshing.

In no time, the three items filled the table.

A huge bowl of seafood porridge was made, filled with abalone, sea cucumber, shrimp, and all sorts of other expensive seafood, which she chopped up and cooked into porridge.

You can smell its sweetness even from a great distance.

Song Yanzhou returned from outside carrying a cloth bag, intending to buy breakfast at the state-run restaurant later. However, when he opened the door, he found his table already full.

He stood at the doorway, stunned for two seconds.

Looking at the food on the table, I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Is his wife that extravagant?

Abalone, sea cucumber, shrimp, all sorts of rare and expensive seafood, and you just make porridge with them?

The best decision he ever made was sticking to his wife and never letting go.

Otherwise, who else would have such good fortune as him?

The more he thought about it, the smuger he became; his smile stretched almost to his ears.

Seeing him standing dumbfounded at the door, Jiang Zhiyu called out to him with amusement.

"Hey idiot, what are you thinking about? Come eat, and after we finish, we'll go for a walk together."

Song Yanzhou then came to his senses, chuckled, and walked over to sit down.

He picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful of seafood porridge, and put it in his mouth.

fresh.

It's so fresh.

His eyes lit up, and he scooped up several mouthfuls with his spoon before looking up at his wife.

"daughter in law."

"You're not only good-looking, but also incredibly talented. And to make matters worse, you cook so well! It really proves what my grandpa meant when he said—'Our family's ancestral graves are on fire!'"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him.

Stop joking and eat!

Song Yanzhou chuckled twice, then lowered his head and took a few more sips, when suddenly he remembered something.

"Honey, may I take a bowl of porridge to Commander Liu next door?"

"His wife recently went back to her parents' home, so he's all alone."

"I sustained a minor injury on the training field yesterday."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"Whatever you want, we can't finish it anyway."

Song Yanzhou immediately grabbed a large bowl, scooped it to the brim, carried it to the courtyard wall, and shouted over the wall.

"Commander Liu!"

"Commander Liu!"

A response came from next door.

"What's wrong, Commander Song?"

"I've brought you a bowl of porridge! My wife made it."

Song Yanzhou tiptoed and passed the bowl of porridge over the wall.

There was a two-second silence next door, followed by a "Thanks."

Song Yanzhou returned with a smug smile and busied himself washing the dishes.

A moment later, he dried his hands and walked over to Jiang Zhiyu.

"Let's go, wife."

"I'll show you around today."