"What does Mr. Raul want to do in the future?"

"After winter, I want to, um... travel with her. That's right, Lü Xing."

"It should be 'travel,' those two words are different."

"Oh, oh, travel. Travel, I want to travel with her, right?"

"Yes. But Mr. Raul, where do you two want to travel to?"

"Well... Mountain Dotch, Mount Guri, near the Southern Plains..."

"Oh~ that's great."

Simmon looked approvingly and took a big sip of his drink.

By the way, it is now 11:44 at night. There are three monsters and three humans in the lobby of the Night Fall Town bar. My wife is sleeping, and Park, the human, is snoring.

"Hahaha, I knew it, this guy would have been a black market dealer!"

Wolfrang pointed at me and said in a tipsy manner.

"Yes, definitely."

Simmon also agreed.

"But I wouldn't make a good black market dealer, I'm not a very smart human."

"A black market dealer, not at all smart~"

Leya leaned back in her chair, exhaled smoke, and leisurely said.

"Huh? Is that so?"

"He used to be a fool, fell in love with me."

"Leya, you're drunk."

"No~ I'm not~"

"Let's not talk about the past."

Wolfrang signaled Leya to stop talking about Klive's past. When a woman is drunk, she usually likes to talk about sad memories, while a man, when drunk, talks about anything...

"Regarding your travel, we can help you. But it's late today, so get some rest."

At Simmon's suggestion, we each went back to our rooms to rest. Moving a wife weighing over a hundred and fifty pounds back and forth is physically exhausting, but I've somewhat gotten used to it lately.

The next day, I woke up my wife early, and the two of us took a sheep-drawn cart back to our home, which was already covered in a thick layer of snow. Actually, I really wanted to stay in Night Fall Town until spring, but we didn't bring any money. After all, the bar also needs to make money, and considering my wife's appetite...

"Husband... Want to eat...?"

"Okay, I'll make it now."

"When you eat, call me..."

After saying this to me, she fell back asleep.

By the way, since winter started, my wife, who is as beautiful as a goddess, elegant yet cute, with seductiveness mixed with innocence, can instantly catch a rabbit with an arrow and sweep me out of a cave with her tail, has been nothing but eating and sleeping.

I'm very happy to see every side of my wife, but there's a very serious problem now. If we don't put it on the table and talk about it, it will jump into the pot and force us to talk about it.

That's right, we don't have enough food.

Two frozen breads as hard as rocks, a whole rabbit with ice splinters, and nine little mountain yams as cold as ice popsicles...

If we're frugal, it'll last for two weeks, but winter won't end after two weeks. Oh no! I had so much fun at the Torch Festival that I forgot to remind myself to buy some food in town! Even if I remembered, I didn't bring any money. This is really...

So here comes the multiple-choice question again. Option one is to make do with this food for as long as we can. Option two is to discuss with my wife and go to Night Fall Town to get some money to buy food. Option three is to dig up grass roots and eat tree bark in the icy snow.

Chen Laowu, what's your choice!

You're a dumbbell for choosing this! Option one equals starving, option three equals suicide, so option two is the only choice!

Shameful vanity began to play a role. If I go to town now and buy a lot of food, it's equivalent to telling everyone: we can't afford to eat anymore, please pity us~ I don't want to appear weak and helpless again. I want to prove that even if no one helps us, my wife and I can still live well. And from what I've seen, it's not like Night Fall Town currently has surplus food, because I didn't see any food at the Torch Festival, just a lot of alcohol.

I value my face, with face comes substance. Not going to town means we can only rely on the existing food to survive this winter."Let's do it this way for now, and think of a solution once we can't hold on any longer." With this thought in mind, I decided not to rely on others for help temporarily. My wife didn't raise any objections about the lack of food. Many times at the dinner table, I wanted to talk to her about this issue, but looking at the way she was eating, this anxiety-inducing problem was swallowed back down.

Unfortunately, the truth cannot be concealed, and food does not grow, but it only grows moldy. On the 120th day, I scraped the last bit of meat off the giraffe bone and threw it into the pot. The food in the pot couldn't even be called "soup" anymore. If I had to name it, it could be called "boiled minced meat in water."

Looking at the so-called rice that wasn't really rice, both she and I didn't eat. After a while, she spoke up, "Is there not enough food?" "Hmm..." "Husband, you eat." "Aren't you going to eat?" "I am Medusa, it's fine if I don't eat." "Huh?" Medusa still needs to eat, don't tell me you want to become immortal by not eating. "Darling, can we go to Night Fall Town to buy some food?" "Night Fall Town... there's no food there either." "Why?" "I've been there before." "I see..."

Maybe that's the reality. Now that I think about it, the monthly food supply for my wife and me is not a small number for the residents of the town. Grain and such need to be sown for the next year, and there isn't much meat either. The best proof is that during the Torch Festival, Wolfrang and the others didn't treat us with delicious food; they didn't even have any food.

"No, you still need to eat."

"It's okay, hehe."

My wife insisted, and I didn't know how to persuade her. I could only silently allow her to act willfully.

And it turned out that Medusa indeed had the ability to sustain her life without eating, but the cost was an extremely long sleep. She slept for a continuous 40 hours.

It's true that people can survive without food for four or five days. But after not eating for four or five days, one would have already lost a lot of their physical abilities. During difficult times, digging up grass roots and eating tree bark may sound simple, but in reality, it's very difficult for urban people who are used to eating refined rice and flour.

Even if the tree bark is boiled with water, it's completely inedible because it's not food itself. The taste of grass roots is not as good as imagined; it's almost all swallowed whole. In the last few days when food ran out, I relied on the honey I seized at the beginning to provide energy.

However, the worst situation began when a blizzard lasted for a whole day. I blew on the hot water in my cup and took a sip. I heard movement behind me; she must have woken up after sleeping for more than 80 hours. I didn't move, not because I didn't want to, but because I really had no strength.

"Do you want to eat?"

"There's no food..."

She leaned on my back, and I didn't know if it was an illusion, but after sleeping for over 80 hours, my wife's weight seemed to have become lighter.

"I'm... hungry."

My wife's voice was weak, maybe because the wind was too loud, or maybe because my hearing had worsened due to hunger. Even Medusa couldn't resist the enemy called hunger.

"If you're hungry, then eat me..."

I smiled bitterly and reached out to touch her face.

I felt the pain of teeth gnawing on my neck. So you really are going to eat me...

Warm blood slowly flowed out of my body and into my wife's mouth. I sat still without any reaction. Forget it, go ahead and eat me. Everything is irretrievable now, even if I go to Night Fall Town to beg for food, I have to wait for the blizzard to stop.

Thinking of the guy who lay on ice to catch carps, I think it would be quite a touching story if I let Medusa eat me.

"How could I... eat my husband..."

In the end, my wife released her mouth and hugged me from behind.

With that, the two of us looked like we were both going to starve to death. Who knows when the blizzard would stop? Even if it did, judging by the thickness of the snow outside, it would probably be difficult for Big Sheep to travel.

Hmm...Big Sheep? Yes, Big Sheep.

I suddenly remembered the question my wife asked when we bought the sheep: "Can we eat it?"There is always a way out, Big Sheep, I'm sorry.

"Wife, we still have that sheep!"

"Oh, right!"

Braving the wind and snow, I desperately led the Big Sheep back. My wife had already taken the short-handled axe and eagerly waited by the fireplace for a long time. The back and head of the Big Sheep were covered with a thick layer of snow, and there were many ice crystals on its eyelashes.

Brushing off the accumulated snow on the sheep's wool, I touched the head of the Big Sheep. Trembling, it seemed to know what was about to happen next. After bleating twice, it silently watched the axe in my wife's hand...