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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

The Mid-Autumn Banquet

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

She did not know why, but she felt that her face had suddenly become heavy after putting on makeup, and it was a little itchy.

Just as she was about to scratch it, Nanny Wu immediately grabbed her arm and stopped her. "Princess, please bear with it. If you touch it now, it'll be ruined."

Jian Qingqing could only endure the itch on her face and fall asleep on the stool again.

When she woke up again, she felt that her head was a thousand pounds heavy. When she looked at it, she realized that she was wearing a lot of headdresses on her head, which made her hair bigger than her face. She felt that the headdress would fall off when she shook her head.

"Nanny," Jian Qingqing asked pitifully, "do I really have to wear such a heavy thing?"

Nanny Wu helped her to steady her head and comforted her, "This is already the lightest one. The crown that the Empress is wearing is more than ten jin."