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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 · Integral
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507 Chs

Creator of Fine Salt

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the next few days, Jian Qingqing continued to learn medical skills from Wei Wusheng.

Initially, Wei Wusheng was displeased with her casual behavior, but after Jian Qingqing gave him a box of spicy lobster, his displeasure completely disappeared and he greeted her with a smile every day. 

When Jian Qingqing did not learn well, he did not scold her anymore. Instead, he became much more patient.

"Sister, when can you cook lobster again?" Wei Wusheng said sincerely.

Jian Qingqing suddenly had the feeling of turning over a serf and singing. She did not expect that she had conquered Wei Wusheng by relying on food.

"That depends on when Big Brother Ming will deliver it."

Wei Wusheng's teeth hurt. He was the most displeased with knowing inkstone, but he did not expect it to depend on his expression when he ate something in the end.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Can I find it for you?"