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The next day, Zhang Chulan repeatedly admonished Feng Baobao not to spend money recklessly, and to prepare her own meals, considering the vast stores of rice, flour, vegetables, and meat at home.
Besides, Feng Baobao was not incapable of cooking, so there was no need for extravagance.
Feng Baobao nodded in agreement.
However, as soon as Zhang Chulan left, she immediately grabbed her Qiankun Bag, left the house, and strolled through the streets, occasionally buying things she liked, completely ignoring Zhang Chulan's warnings as if they were nothing but wind past her ears.
Who was Zhang Chulan?
Merely her slave; should one listen to a slave's words?
Of course not.
Under such simple logic, Feng Baobao spent money without restraint.
What if she ran out of money?
Of course, she would just ask Zhang Chulan for more—after all, he was her slave!
