Abandoned Wives of the Ages: Getting Rich from Space Warehouses

Chapter 6 Secret Space

A thought.

Yu Qing's fat body appeared in the simply decorated restaurant, not in the office where she came in.

The staff restaurant is still empty, and the aroma of food lingers in the entire space. The chairs are tilted here and there, and there are unfinished late-night snacks on the dining table. The most conspicuous ones are the largest number of kebabs and two large pots of roasted chicken.

We didn’t finish the kebab because it was a big portion, and we didn’t use our chopsticks much because the roast chicken was too spicy.

Yu Qing was so hungry that she almost rolled her eyes. She ignored the messy bowls and chopsticks and the messy wine bottles on the table. She took out a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks from the sterilizer and filled a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge that she had cooked.

It's done in just a few strokes.

She still wanted to eat, but when she reached out to the kebabs on the table, she hesitated.

This body has suffered a lot. Is it okay to eat greasy meat skewers for a while?

The answer is obvious.

Yu Qing reluctantly put down her bowls and chopsticks. She couldn't eat, and she didn't want to go out and face the cold ward. She thought that smelling the aroma of the barbecue was also a pleasure.

Take a deep breath, sit down in a chair, rest for a while, roll up your sleeves and get to work.

Time travel has become a reality, and going back is no longer possible.

Since the studio traveled through time with her, this should be her secret space, right?

How could she allow her secret space to be messy and messy, given her tidy nature?

She brought the uneaten leftovers to a clean table aside. In this era of scarcity, she did not dare to waste anything. This was also a habit she had developed since she was a child growing up in an orphanage.

After drinking the empty wine bottle, put it back into the cardboard box that originally contained the wine.

The dishes and chopsticks were put back into the kitchen sink and cleaned. At the same time, the table was wiped clean, and the floor was swept and mopped twice.

After everything was packed up, phew! Unfortunately, she found that she was hungry again.

Yu Qing drank another bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge before returning to her original office and cleaning up the entire restaurant and kitchen. Her plump body was sweating profusely.

She wanted to take a shower in the bathroom in the office area. Just when she was washing the dishes, she discovered that the water and electricity in the entire studio were still supplied as usual, and it was not cut off because she jumped decades ago.

The fat dark girl in the mirror had beads of sweat on her forehead. At a glance, she was at least in her thirties. No wonder Zhu Qingqing called her eldest sister when they met.

Yu Qing took off the towel hanging on the wall next to her and wiped the sweat from her forehead. The pink towel immediately turned into pitch black.

......Well!

How long has it been since the original owner washed his face and bathed?

Close your nose and smell it...

"Hey! This smell..."

The smell was hard to describe. From memory, Yu Qing knew that the original owner had no family status at all in the Mi family and had no cleaning supplies at all. How could Li Juhua let her use the wooden basin in the house with her disdainful attitude towards the original owner?

Coupled with the cowardly nature of the original owner who did not dare to fight, she had always endured it. Sometimes the weather was too hot and she couldn't bear it. At night when no one was around, she would secretly go to a river or pond to clean herself.

After more than ten years of bumping into the Mi family, this is how she got here.

He quickly took off his old clothes, threw them into the pulsator washing machine next to the bathroom door, and set the quick wash.

This washing machine was the one she bought at a special price of 899 when she first opened her online store.

When I first started selling clothing, I would sell whatever style was good for me. Sometimes I would encounter returned goods that were stained due to transportation or wearing, and they needed to be cleaned and then ironed.

This washing machine was purchased under that kind of opportunity.

(End of chapter)