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Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

# luckyblessing # regulardrama When a gas tank exploded, Jian Qingqing transmigrated into the body of a little girl who had just died of starvation. Looking at the skinny, starving family living in a worn-down house that did little to shield them from the rainstorm outside, Jian Qingqing felt that she would soon die again. But she hadn’t expected her kitchen to follow her through time. Looking at the abundance of supplies in it, Jian Qingqing’s eyes lit up. Great! She wasn’t going to die this time! Using the supplies in the kitchen, Jian Qingqing led her family as they opened up the land for farming and building houses. Unexpectedly, the high-yield grains led the entire country out of poverty. Everyone praised Miss Jian as a God that had descended to earth! She developed a method to process coarse salt into fine salt so that people could eat it with ease. The Emperor's face was filled with tears as he said, "Miss Jian is really my lucky star!" In the end, the whole world was unified and shouted, “All of this is due to Miss Jian’s hard work!” Jian Qingqing said, "I just like to grow crops. I didn’t do anything!" After her success, Jian Qingqing planned to find a nice, obedient husband to bring home. But what was up with the legendary prince who was ruthless, indifferent, and could stop children from crying? Why was he always appearing beside her? Ming Zhiyan said, "I’m nice and obedient. Why don’t you marry me, Qingqing?" Looking at the man who was clearly a wolf pretending to be an obedient dog, Jian Qingqing fell into deep thought.

Gardenia White Moonlight · General
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507 Chs

Ming Zhiyan’s Return

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ming Zhiyan did not wait for the horse to stop and jumped off the carriage impatiently. He hugged the girl who was running over and held her tightly in his arms, wrapping her tightly in the big cloak.

After he hugged the girl, he finally felt at ease. He sighed in satisfaction and asked, "Why didn't you wait in the carriage?"

Jian Qingqing was tightly pressed against his chest. The man's magnetic voice traveled from his chest to his eardrums. It was unexpectedly seductive.

Because she was tightly wrapped in his arms, Jian Qingqing's voice was a little muffled. "I'm afraid I'll miss you."

Ming Zhiyan patted away the snow on her hair and wrapped it again, not letting the wind and snow touch her at all, then said, "No, no matter where you are, I will recognize you."

The two of them hugged in the snow for a long time before Ming Zhiyan carried her back to the carriage.