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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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507 Chs

I Can’t Beat Him Up

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Ah?"

Xiao Lang was stunned for a moment and felt somewhat troubled. The Crown Prince, it seemed like he could not defeat him!

However, he had already said those harsh words just now. It seemed a little embarrassing to say that he could not beat him now, so he rolled his eyes and said guiltily, "Even if we beat up the Crown Prince, it will achieve nothing. Why don't we go and look for his favorite thing? Then, we'll take his best thing and threaten him again. He'll definitely submit obediently. This is much better than beating him up to vent his hatred!"

The more he spoke, the more he felt that this was a good idea.

Anneval also thought that this was a great idea. He nodded excitedly and said, "Alright, alright!"

After saying that, he suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "But what is his favorite thing?"