Gu Nuannuan, a nine-year-old girl whose soul traveled to Xiahe Village, was originally a modern food blogger. A car accident gave her a new life. See how she lives a happy life in this strange world! What? My father is a close disciple of "Ghost Hand Hu", a famous sculptor in Jiangnan. My eldest brother is a disciple of Prime Minister Zuo, who is an outstanding strategist. My second brother is the powerful General Zhenbei. My third brother has superb medical skills and can bring back the dead and founded the sect of miracle doctors. Grandma's embroidery skills are unparalleled in the world. Coupled with the amazing cooking skills of the original owner, this family is simply a must-have for the group! Let's see how their family started from scratch, prospered, and experienced good fortune in times of adversity...
Reader comments
This novel is like the first flower planted by oneself, from clumsily tilling the soil and sowing seeds, to staying up late watering, catching insects, and finally waiting until it pulls out its thin stems and blooms into a flower that is not stunning but unique.
There are countless late nights of deliberation hidden in the text, and the plot is wrapped in a childish observation of the world. I know it has flaws - some of the dialogue is a little artificial, and individual turns are not natural enough, like the edges of the petals of a flower with traces of insect bites. But it is even clearer that those vivid characters, blurted sentences, and the impulse to slap the table when writing are all sincerity that belongs to this moment alone.
It is not a perfect answer, but it is a medal for my own courage. Next time I write, I will definitely bring this warm experience with me to make the story longer.
In the story, every character has his own shining point, which makes people moved.
This novel is like the first flower planted by oneself, from clumsily tilling the soil and sowing seeds, to staying up late watering, catching insects, and finally waiting until it pulls out its thin stems and blooms into a flower that is not stunning but unique. There are countless late nights of deliberation hidden in the text, and the plot is wrapped in a childish observation of the world. I know it has flaws - some of the dialogue is a little artificial, and individual turns are not natural enough, like the edges of the petals of a flower with traces of insect bites. But it is even clearer that those vivid characters, blurted sentences, and the impulse to slap the table when writing are all sincerity that belongs to this moment alone. It is not a perfect answer, but it is a medal for my own courage. Next time I write, I will definitely bring this warm experience with me to make the story longer.
In the story, every character has his own shining point, which makes people moved.