Over time, everyone got used to the fact that Bai Junjun didn't have to do any work when setting up camp; her only responsibility was to eat.
Hearing this, Lady Lin awkwardly opened her mouth, and ultimately could only sigh about Bai Junjun's good fortune.
Unlike her, these past three years had been what one might call a life of flight from famine. Even though she had picked up a bunch of Little Radish Heads, they were all ordinary children without any notable talents. As the head of the family, she had to manage everything by herself.
Bai Junjun touched her nose; indeed, things were different.
They came from The Apocalypse, and she and the Fox shared the same principle: if others could do the work, they certainly wouldn't do it all themselves. They could protect them for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Just like now, even if she and the Fox were not around, the Seven-Person Team and Sasa and Xiao Yu could still take good care of themselves, and that was enough.
