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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.

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Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation

After she finished speaking, she quickly ran away to get someone to quickly clean up the private room.

At that moment, the waitress was screaming in her heart.

Heavens! What did she just see?! She actually saw the owner's unique token! That little girl was actually the owner!

Sure enough, it was efficient to have a back door. In less than 15 minutes, the waiter had already run down and said respectfully, "Boss, the private room has been prepared."

Jian Qingqing hummed in acknowledgment and said to Ming Zhiyan, "Let's go."

Just as they were about to step up the stairs, a male guest with a goatee walked over with an unhappy expression.

"You guys stop!"

Jian Qingqing stopped and looked at the guest with a little doubt.

"Isn't it our turn?" the waiter quickly said. "I am number 121, it was number 120 just now, why did you bring these guys up first?"