Jiang Yu transmigrated into a period novel.
At this point, the original owner’s parents had died in the countryside, and her older brother and sister-in-law had died in an accident. Their returned family property had been seized by relatives, leaving only her not-yet-five-year-old nephew to stare at her. If she hadn’t arrived at just the right time, the child would probably have been kicked from one place to another until he became a twisted villain.
Jiang Yu looked at the little boy huddled in the corner. He regarded her timidly, dressed in clothes covered in patches. There wasn’t a trace of flesh on him; he was nothing but skin and bones.
She sighed, took the last four hundred yuan she had, and moved somewhere else with the child.
The teachers at Heping Kindergarten had been having a headache lately. Every mealtime, an incredibly tempting aroma wafted out of the middle class’s Corn Class, making all the children stare wide-eyed and drool. They couldn’t swallow a bite of either the food brought from home or the cafeteria meals, and kept gazing longingly toward Corn Class.
The teachers struggled to resist, and finally, after one parent brought it up, they eagerly went to speak with the child’s family
The young parent said her child was too thin, so she had no choice but to find a way to feed him better. All the teachers smiled and nodded, but couldn’t help roaring inwardly:
Your child may be getting plumper, but everyone else’s is getting thinner by the day!
Today it was fragrant, tender, glossy red-braised pork; tomorrow, rich and savory braised prawns; the day after, sweet-smelling, crisp and tender fried fish.
What child could possibly resist that?!
With no other choice, the parents discussed it and asked Jiang Yu to prepare meals for their children too. They said money was no object. Their kids simply couldn’t stand being tempted anymore, and cried as soon as they got home, demanding the same food as Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yu, who had been looking for work everywhere, thought it over briefly and agreed.
Then the parents began to notice.
Their picky children stopped fussing over food and found everything delicious. Their frail children grew sturdy, as strong as little calves. Even an elderly person who happened to try some food brought home by a grandchild found their body, frail for years, growing strong again.
Amid the chorus of requests, the Jiang family’s little meal service officially opened for business:
From the kindergarten to the apartment blocks, then across the entire city district. Some people even came all the way from the neighboring city just to reserve a spot at the little meal service…
Theme: Keep your feet on the ground and work hard.
