[Beloved by All, No System, Farming, Cozy, No Romance, Alternate World]
"Heave-ho, heave-ho!" Jiang Xixi struggles to grip the little iron shovel Jiang Jingyuan made for him.
Squatting on the ground, her round bottom sticks out as she strains to poke her head into the little hole she has dug, scraping at the earth beside it with her left hand.
But her hand is still more convenient, so she casually tosses the shovel aside.
Half her head is buried in the dirt. Half of her hair, which was neatly combed that morning, hangs down her back, while most of it is smeared with mud.
Her pale bottom is exposed, but Jiang Xixi doesn't care.
When Jiang Jingyuan reaches the herb garden, he sees a pale bottom growing out of the distant field.
Jiang Xixi even scratches her bottom with a chubby hand covered in dirt.
"Jiang Xixi!!"
Jiang Jingyuan strides closer, his face so dark it looks frightening.
At the sound of his voice, her chubby little head pops out in a flash.
"Heh... fall... lo."
"Radish!"
She happily waves the "radish" she worked so hard to dig up.
"Fall... fall, ra..."
Before long, everyone in the sect knows that Peak Master Jiang has a daughter with no spiritual roots who can only grow crops.
One day, when the disciples return from a mission, Jiang Xixi sets several plates of freshly stir-fried radishes on the table and invites them to eat. Knowing she grew the radishes herself, the disciples all praise them enthusiastically.
From then on, whenever disciples return from a mission, they find radish dishes waiting on the table. Looking at all those pale radishes, they can only suffer in silence.
Meanwhile, on another peak, Second Senior Brother looks utterly defeated as he rapidly stirs food in the six enormous woks before him, his face a picture of despair.
There are currently 18 chapters, which is okay. Let's add a bookshelf first; make sure there are no CPs. Don't write a "fake horse" suddenly when the time comes. That would be a bit unethical.
It's very beautiful, Xixi is also very cute, everyone treats Xixi very well, and there is no intrigue.