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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 · Tổng hợp
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
507 Chs

Negotiation

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

Song Yunfeng waited outside the county office for a long time, but no one came out. It was already past noon, and the officers who had gone to eat had all returned. She could not help but feel a little angry and ordered the servant girl, "Go, ask why Lord Ming is still not out."

The servant girl went to ask the officer on duty, and in a moment, she came back nervously.

"Miss, that official means that the Lord has already left through the side door."

"What!"

Song Yunfeng angrily clutched the handkerchief in her hand. It seemed like he was avoiding her. However, it did not matter. There was still a long way to go, and Ming Zhiyan would not be able to escape from her.

Thinking of his god-like handsome face, Song Yunfeng's heart wavered.

In a good mood, she said, "Let's go. Let's go back first."

The next day, Ming Zhiyan rode to the Jian Family Village. He and Jian Qingqing went to see the village chief first.