"Glasses girl and cat ear girl, which one do you choose?"

"It depends on whether the glasses girl is really nearsighted."

"Why?"

"What's the point of wearing glasses if you're not nearsighted?" - When I first entered the house, my thoughts were strange.

Ever since I gave my wife my left eye, life has become more troublesome. My right eye has over 600 degrees of myopia, and I'm blind without glasses. My wife's eye has over 100 degrees, and although she can manage without glasses, distant views are still blurry. We have to take turns wearing glasses, whoever needs them wears them first.

My wife wearing glasses has a literary girl vibe, with one hand supporting her glasses while reading, she looks like a librarian after school. Since she got pregnant, besides reading and practicing archery, I don't let her do anything else. I take care of chores like laundry, cooking, and hunting. I can't let the child suffer, and I can't tire out my wife.

"Wife, look at my marksmanship now."

"Mhmm~ Husband is getting better and better~"

"What do you want to eat today?"

"Mhmm... stir-fried vegetables."

"Alright."

Now my wife can speak many Chinese sentences, including "I love you." Every day, before we eat, she tells me whether she wants "stir-fried vegetables," "stewed dishes," or "grilled meat."

The small vegetable garden at the doorstep is finally taken care of, with many green crops planted inside. The most abundant one is the rapeseed, as big as cabbage, and it tastes good. It is the closest thing to real vegetables in this world. I hum songs every day and chop the vegetables with a sharp axe, enjoying it to the fullest.

Why do I enjoy cooking and preparing meals?

It mainly depends on two aspects. First, the sense of accomplishment. The leaves of the vegetables are cut one by one, and the pot is stirred one spoonful at a time. This effort is real, not brought by the wind. Even if a dish is difficult to eat, it is still made by the cook who spent time and effort, the crystallization of hard work and sweat. In my opinion, there is no difference between the sense of accomplishment of a chef and a painter. Both famous paintings and famous dishes are works of art.

Second, it depends on who the dish is made for. I don't know when it became one of the standards of a good man to cook for his wife. This is an inevitable phenomenon of the evolution of the times. In reality, watching your loved one eat the meal you made with your own hands symbolizes acceptance and a sense of belonging. Every time I prepare a meal for my family, even if it's boring, I feel happy.

Suddenly, I remembered that 60% of male protagonists in anime would have scenes like "going to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables," "carrying a white plastic bag with half of a green onion sticking out," and "returning home while saying lines under the sunset." To be honest, it's a bit cheesy, especially the half onion, as if they're afraid that others won't know they bought onions.

Ahem, I digressed. I cook for my wife simply because she doesn't know how to cook.

I am very satisfied with my current life, leaving behind all the messy things and focusing on managing our small home. The vegetable garden is full of vegetables, and the plan to raise giraffes has also begun. If we had finished these tasks a year ago, our life now might be "thirty acres of land, a cow, wife and children by the warm kang, tobacco and beans in front and back of the house, onions and garlic along the field. Working in the field during the day, weaving baskets at night, fish and shrimp in the river, never getting enough to eat."

I know that things in the kingdom have probably escalated. The Forging Roses team has been gone for a long time, and the kingdom will definitely send people to find them. When they find those bodies, the Magic Council probably won't be able to sit still. However, as long as my wife and I don't attract attention and stay here, it will take some effort for them to find us. Besides, my wife is pregnant, so we can only stay at home honestly until the child is born.

After dinner, I yawned and walked to the entrance of the cave. The stars were bright in the night sky.

"Wife, can you see the stars in the sky?"

"I can't see clearly."

"What about wearing glasses?"

"I can see with them on."

"That's a problem..."

With mysterious magic powers, wounds can heal, eyes can be implanted again, but nearsightedness cannot be cured. Otherwise, the people in the kingdom wouldn't have invented glasses. Sigh, I lost my phone, the lighter ran out of gas, and now even my eyes have to be split in half.

The next day, I went to Night Fall Town and handed my glasses to Park. Since my eyes were given away, the glasses also had to be given away. Although Park is the strongest craftsman in the world, he had a hard time dealing with my glasses.

"Raul, your glasses... I dare not touch them."

"It's okay, trust me to handle it."

"Although I don't really believe that you're from another world, the material of these glasses might be valuable."

"Well, what's so valuable about it? I bought them for just over five hundred yuan."

"What? Over five hundred?"

I forgot, over five hundred yuan is equivalent to nearly twenty gold coins here. It's not a small amount. Park was already afraid of damaging my high-tech glasses himself, and after hearing what I said, he was even more reluctant to modify them for me.

"Oh, just go ahead and do it, it's fine."

"What if I break them?"

"See these two small transparent darkened pieces? As long as these two things are not damaged, you can do whatever you want."

"Really?"

"Really, I'll come to pick them up in a couple of days. Say hi to Wolfrang and Simmon for me."

After giving the glasses to Park, I realized an important problem - I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Raul, hello."

"Um, hello..."

Who was greeting me? I didn't know.

"Raul, why are you riding my horse?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I mistook it."

I couldn't even distinguish feathers from other horses.

What should I do? Go back to Park and get my glasses back? That's not possible. These days, I have to split the glasses into two parts, one for me and one for my wife, otherwise life will be very troublesome in the future.

However, the troubles had just begun.

In a rush, I mounted the horse and peered ahead like a tortoise, trying to find the way back home.

Oh no, now all I could see was the yellow of the dirt road and the green of the forest. Fine, I'll just tough it out.

As I walked, I felt uncertain in my heart. What if I got lost...

"Well... getting lost is not a big deal. The monsters in Mountain Dotch should all know me. I'm just worried that my wife will be hungry at home."

Usually, it takes two hours to ride back and forth from Night Fall Town. But that day, it took me two hours just to return, and the discomfort of not being able to see the road was beyond words.

I finally reached home and quickly called my wife out to help. After tying up the horse, I had to prepare dinner.

"Wife, in a couple of days, you'll be able to see the stars clearly."

"See the stars?"

"Yeah, didn't you say you couldn't see clearly yesterday?"

Actually, my wife didn't really care about seeing the stars. She was content just being able to see me clearly.

"Oh... where are your glasses?"

"I gave them to Park. I asked him to split the glasses into two, so that both of us can see clearly."

"Oh... can you see things now?"

"Yes, don't worry. What do you want to eat today?"

There are some things that you can't pretend to be capable of. Especially for someone with a high myopia of 600 degrees, claiming to be able to hunt with a gun. Anyone with a little common sense can tell that if I, a blind man, continue to squint and wander around in the woods, my wife will definitely go hungry at night.

But as luck would have it, a long-necked rabbit showed its true colors. After all, a rabbit as big as a sow is easy to spot with a little movement. But I missed all five shots. The first two shots were standing, and the last three shots were fired while chasing and shooting.

That was my second battle with a long-necked rabbit, a true blind fight.

This battle was truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring. The rabbit and I fought in a chaotic manner for thirty rounds, with no clear winner. Hand-to-hand combat has never been my strong suit, especially against an animal. Not only could I not see clearly, but the rabbit's punches were as fast as lightning.

"You damn rabbit, want me to hit you again?"

"Oh!"

"I'll kill you, believe it or not?"

"You're quite strong, huh?"

"You run, I'll make you run!"

"Damn it!"

If the long-necked rabbit were to be feminized, it would definitely be a bunny girl wearing a white karate uniform with a black belt around her waist.

I saw her strike down from mid-air, but I couldn't dodge it in time and got hit on the forehead.

"Bang!"

I was a bit dazed, but I held onto the rabbit's waist tightly. I couldn't beat monsters, I couldn't beat magicians, but I couldn't even beat a rabbit? Give me a break! After all, I'm a man. Wu Song fought a tiger, and today, I'll fight this old rabbit!

In the fight, the rabbit's fur was soft and slippery, and I gradually couldn't hold onto its waist. When I loosened my grip, we created some distance between us.

But this light yellow long-necked rabbit in front of me didn't run away in a flash. Instead, it leaped ten steps away and confronted me. Its majestic posture was no less than that of a martial arts master. The rabbit and I, just like Musashi Miyamoto and Kojiro Sasaki, and this small forest was like the Yanliu Island, the destined duel was about to begin.

The wind today is a bit noisy.

The long-necked rabbit sensed the scent of battle and bent its neck backward, assuming the posture of a charging bull.

I couldn't really see its state clearly, it was all just wild guesses at the time.

"Come on! Yaaaah!"

I shouted loudly and rushed towards the rabbit with clenched fists. The rabbit also leaped up and used a move called "Divine Rabbit Neck Swing". It was fierce, so fierce that my arms were numb from blocking it. But after all, the rabbit was just a rabbit, and it was difficult for it to immediately recover its posture after using the neck swing move. I kicked it down, and it lay on the ground, quickly flapping its hind legs trying to stand up.

Punch after punch, I hit the long-necked rabbit's head. I didn't count how many punches I threw, but I remember that because of my nearsightedness, six punches hit the ground.

In the end, I won. This was the first time I defeated an opponent in a pure hand-to-hand combat, even though it was just a rabbit.

Sitting on the unconscious prey, I felt tired, really tired, but I still managed to bring it down. When was the last time I fought with someone? Hmm... it was in high school. The fights I had in college were not my turn as a strategist.

Although this fight was insignificant, it made me feel enlightened.

To the whole world, I am an outsider. Am I strong? Indeed, in certain aspects, I am very strong, but this strength is built on a certain foundation. For example, my clever negotiation with the orc lord was because the black market traders gave me the opportunity. If Wolfrang Simmon didn't recommend me, how could I have showcased this talent?

They say it's difficult to navigate the treacherous waters in a company, and it's also difficult to be cunning in society. But is it easier in a different environment?

Not at all.

It's not simple at all.

When in the most basic survival of the fittest, humans without any weapons are similar to long-necked rabbits.

If you want to live well, you have to rely on hard work. In the past, it was hard work for money, now it's hard work for survival.

When I dragged the prey back home, my wife was delighted.

"Honey, don't tell me you fought with a rabbit like this."

"I... I couldn't see clearly. It's good enough that I won."

"Haha, alright, your hands are injured."

"It's okay. Are you hungry? I'll cook now."

That day, my wife saw me cut my finger while cutting meat and accidentally spilled salt on the stove while cooking. She finally convinced me to help with some simpler tasks before my glasses were ready.