Chapter 118: Let’s Just Call Me Pei Sanhao

Chapter 118: Let’s Just Call Me Pei Sanhao

I really didn’t expect that even in retirement I’d have to think about making money...

Pei Ye had always assumed that retired life would be all about eating, drinking, having fun, and doing square dancing.

The Federal Military Department allocated her pension, and she still had a large sum in her account; just living off the interest from her investments would be very comfortable.

Rich and willful!

But then—

One day she transmigrated into a pauper, with a huge appetite.

Without a job, not only could she not spend money to raise Ah Zai, she couldn’t even support herself.

As a wealthy person, she never worried about starving, and Ah Zai didn’t have to go out to work a nine-to-five job every day.

This little fellow returned home daily, filthy and pitiful-looking, which made her heart ache.

Although she hadn’t spent much time with him, Pei Ye really liked this little guy.

Every time he came back, he not only wrote a diary and left her messages saying “I’m back,” but also bought her cakes, cigarettes, lollipops, or other small items, which amounted to about a third of his daily income. He carried out these actions very seriously, as if it were a ritual.

Seeing him so earnest, Pei Ye couldn’t help but tease Ah Zai, suggesting she hand over the little wallet.

“Your wallet isn’t already mine?”

Looking at Ah Zai’s freshly washed pale pink eggshell, Pei Ye seemed able to see a serious little face inside.

A second later, a new entry appeared in the system log.

[Ah Zai, after careful consideration, decided to entrust the wallet to Daddy.]

The screen immediately displayed a small coin pouch embroidered with a chibi panda.

The coin pouch looked a bit old but very clean.

It was clear that its owner loved this pouch and took good care of it.

Pei Ye stared at the phone screen in surprise.

Hah—forget it, you keep it yourself.

I was just joking with you, I won’t be greedy for your money.

If the game’s creator—her old friend—knew she had tricked a little creature out of their private savings, she would be laughed at.

[Ah Zai hugged the coin pouch and felt a bit sad.]

[Ah Zai thought for a moment and decided to work two extra hours tomorrow.]

Pei Ye read this part of the system log and, after a little mental calculation, understood why the little guy was conflicted and down.

“No, it’s not that I think your savings are too little. I’m really looking forward to—” Pei Ye said, “I really look forward to the surprises you bring me every day.”

[Ah Zai’s eggshell blushed.]

[Ah Zai’s eggshell temperature spiked.]

[Ah Zai took out a plan and considered the possibility of switching to a higher-paying job or getting a raise.]

Pei Ye was curious about the text that popped up.

Ah Zai went out to work every day. What was his job? From the player’s perspective, she couldn’t see his working status; she only knew he came back filthy every day.

Could he really be doing manual labor?

Pei Ye pulled a lollipop from the game inventory and gave it to Ah Zai as a reward.

“Is it tasty?”

[Ah Zai felt a sweet delight.]

[Ah Zai glanced at the clock on the wall, ready to cook.]

This broken game was actually interesting. As a seamless egg, Ah Zai could not only eat sweets and write a diary but also cook.

The cooking function was unlocked after upgrading the garden, kitchen, and bathroom in the little house.

By investing a large amount, the originally dilapidated dark little house became a two-story small Western-style house.

The main interface was still Ah Zai’s room, with movable perspective.

The first floor had a living room, small kitchen, laundry area, and a small vegetable garden outside. The second floor had a bedroom, changing room, storage room, and bathroom with a large floor-to-ceiling window. Ah Zai would first go to the garden on the first floor to pick vegetables, making one vegetable dish and one soup for each meal.

Pei Ye had previously drawn from the card pool and acquired many items, leaving a messy pile in the game inventory.

She organized the seasonings, rice, pots, and dishes into the kitchen and put the rest into Ah Zai’s inventory.

[Ah Zai cooked one vegetable dish and one soup today.]

Pei Ye watched Ah Zai hop slowly to the dining table carrying the meal, place it down, and start eating.

The egg body twisted as if it had a real hand holding chopsticks.

In the game, the vegetables, soup, and rice decreased bite by bite.

[Ah Zai was full.]

[Ah Zai washed the dishes, organized the kitchen, and cleaned.]

Pei Ye watched as Ah Zai busied himself on the first floor for a long time.

When she came back to her senses, the ghost driver reminded her that she had reached her destination, and Pei Ye paid and got off.

“This game is addictive.”

Pei Ye couldn’t help but touch her forehead.

She actually watched an idle-raising game with relish, occasionally breaking into an auntie-like smile.

Have I really gotten this bored?

The truth was, it would get even more boring later.

Just as Pei Ye was about to head to the inn to sleep, her pocket vibrated with a familiar incoming call BGM.

“Love Even If I Die!!!”

It won’t feel complete if it’s not intense—

Pei Ye checked the caller ID and answered.

“Hello, what’s up?”

The call was from Mi Xiangjun, a member of dorm 4021.

“Xiao… Xiao Hong…”

Pei Ye perked up immediately at the tone and sighed helplessly.

“What’s the matter? You didn’t get into trouble with ghosts again, did you?”

How could these kids not know how to write the word “death”?

Mi Xiangjun felt deeply wronged.

“No, we didn’t encounter a ghost, but could you come back to the dorm and sleep for a couple of days?”

Pei Ye asked, “What happened?”

Mi Xiangjun held her safety charm and signaled her roommates with her eyes, who gestured to speak honestly.

“There’s a big-budget web drama filming on our campus, and I suspect there’s a ghost in their crew!”

Pei Ye raised an eyebrow.

“A ghost?”

Mi Xiangjun said, “Yes, today at the cafeteria, we overheard the crew and extras gossiping. It’s haunted!”

They couldn’t rely on Lei Yating at all; they had to cling to Pei Ye’s big thigh.

Pei Ye asked, “Did anyone actually see a ghost appear?”

Mi Xiangjun grabbed the safety charm hanging around her neck, seeking comfort.

Ever since the haunted house trip, the dorm 4021 roommates refused to part with their charms, keeping them close for peace of mind.

“No one saw anything, but strange incidents kept happening in the crew. I have a bad feeling—it’s definitely haunted!”

Pei Ye was helpless. “Young people growing up under the socialist red flag, can you stop being so superstitious?”

Not everything has to be blamed on ghosts. Do they really think ghosts have so much free time? They also have to work to survive. Which ghost would be idle enough to constantly mess with the living?

Mi Xiangjun was nearly in tears.

“Xiao Hong~~~ Xiao Hong~~~ please, come back and stay for two days, just two days!”

Pei Ye’s thigh was solid and reliable.

If there really was a vengeful ghost, two days would be enough to handle it! The soft girl pleaded and coquettishly begged. Pei Ye pursed her lips, unmoved, but eventually agreed to come back for two days.

It wasn’t Mi Xiangjun’s plea that swayed her; she was worried about the students.

“Sigh—”

Pei Ye hung up and lay on the bed, motionless.

Ever since entering this game instance, she had been “doing good deeds, speaking kindly, and keeping a good heart.” Would her old friends recognize that as normal?

Let’s just not call me the Great Demon King anymore, let’s call me Pei Sanhao!

Which Great Demon King would bother with such trivial matters? This is a neighborhood committee auntie!

Pei Ye scratched her head and took out clean clothes to go shower.

Pei Ye: →_→ This retirement life isn’t what I imagined.