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Books by 毛茸茸的小饕餮
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A Proper Young Lady in the Republic of China 民国闺秀
Shen Qingci thought she could spend her life in peace at her old family home in Suzhou, admiring flowers in spring, listening to the rain on autumn nights, and living out her days on the family estate. But in a time of turmoil, peace like that was impossible. At seventeen, she ended up in Shanghai, where the Qin family took her in. Mr. and Mrs. Qin treated her like their own daughter, and Qin Du, the infamous troublemaker of Shanghai, found himself falling for her. He promised to marry her onc
12kReads8.8Score1kShelves
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A Long Spring Evening 绵绵春日晚
She was the eldest legitimate daughter of a duke's mansion. Her mother was the lady of the house, a woman whose word was law, and she had two full-blooded elder brothers. In other words, she could do as she pleased in that household, and no one would dare stop her. It was said that, given her family's standing, the pearl crown bestowed by the palace on her coming-of-age day would certainly feature a prized eastern pearl. She would marry into either a family of dukes and marquises or the imperial
982Reads—Score100Shelves
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The Spring and Autumn Chef 春秋小厨娘
Ning Suisui never imagined that one day she would transmigrate from a Michelin-starred restaurant kitchen to a stove in the Spring and Autumn period. There was no gas stove, no food processor, and even the salt was coarse, bitter rock salt. She rubbed her bruised, swollen bottom and looked at the “bed” of dried grass before her and the drafty earthen house. Then she took a deep breath. Life had to go on. This was an age when rites and music had fallen into disarray. The feudal lords fought fo
132Reads6.4Score101Shelves
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The Crunchy Pear 咬脆梨
When a French-cuisine girl buried in debt meets a wealthy third-generation tavern owner scarred by trauma, it takes them five years to learn that the best love is choosing to stand side by side even after each has found fulfillment on their own. He paused, as though recalling the bone-chilling cold he had felt that day. “I couldn't bring myself to ask you to stay. My world was a mess, and I was trapped in the mud myself. How could I drag you down with me?” His thumb brushed her cheek, his voice
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