webnovel

Empress of Fortune: A Farm Girl's Rise

Introduction 1: The villagers, when mentioning Zhuang Qingning who had no parents, then fell ill and chose to live on her own rather than being fostered by her uncle's family, they sighed and shook their heads, thinking she was paving her own way to death. But who would have thought, she started a workshop, bought a shop, built a house, lived comfortably raising dogs and cats, and everyone who got close to her flourished financially? The villagers: Is it too late to get in good graces with the God of Wealth now? Awaiting your response, it's quite urgent...... ---- Introduction 2: Everyone in the capital city sighed over the good fortune of the Prince Qi, who was unparalleled in his beauty, for he followed the wishes of the late queen and married an ordinary rural girl, thereby giving up an ideal marriage. But who would have thought, the prince was so considerate of his wife, spent fortune to bring a smile to her face, defied orders just to protect her, totally behaving like a man deeply in love...... All the people: Excuse me, is it too late to start shipping this couple now? ---- This story is about a rural woman growing step by step, expressing warmth, lightness, encountering thorny paths and joyful achievements alike, where lovers eventually marry, and there is retribution for good and evil.

Tea Warm · Umum
Peringkat tidak cukup
663 Chs

Chapter 278: Dark Strange Thing

Zhuang Qingning had followed the steps to pickle the century eggs a few days ago. Thanks to the secret recipe from the system, the pickling time for the century eggs has been shortened. Today is the fourth day, and they can now be unsealed.

After washing away the dirt and wood chips from the jar, she peeled off the shell of the century eggs, revealing the translucent, amber egg white inside. She cut it open with a knife and found a thick, sweet yolk inside the dark green egg, which gave off a faint fragrance.

The pickling seemed quite perfect.

Zhuang Qingning skillfully cut the century egg into crescent-shaped pieces with the kitchen knife in her hand and placed them on a plate. Then she picked some green peppers and took some garlic to make a sauce.

"Sister." Zhuang Qingsui, who had been playing with Snow Globe, peeked over, her eyebrows furrowed at the plate of century eggs. "Is this going to be our dinner later?"

"Yes."