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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 · Geral
Classificações insuficientes
507 Chs

Eating Lobster

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It made sense. In this aspect, Ming Zhiyan was definitely more professional than her.

Jian Qingqing nodded. "Then we'll do as you say. When the potato leaves grow, I'll get someone to cut them and send them to you."

After saying that, she could not wait to jog. "Let's go! Let's go home and make lobsters!"

Ming Zhiyan smiled and followed behind her. He took a step forward. Just walking at a moderate pace, he was not slower than Jian Qingqing.

After returning home, Jian Qingqing immediately poured all the lobsters into a large wooden basin. She took out a kitchen knife and scissors, wanting to deal with the lobsters.

Ming Zhiyan rolled up her sleeves and sat on the small stool. "Let me help you."

Jian Qingqing did not hesitate. After all, she also wanted to eat. However, looking at his long legs that had nowhere to put them, she went to find a taller stool and said, "You sit on this one."