After transmigrating into the body of a village girl in ancient times and nearly being beaten to death, Li Banyue accepted her lot.
Her home was bare, the rice jar nearly empty, and there was no money for her younger brother's school fees. Her father carried sandbags at the docks, while her mother worried herself to tears.
She rolled up her sleeves and put her cooking skills to work to feed the family.
Dried fish, fish soup, fish jelly, one dish after another went to the market, and one copper coin after another went into her pocket.
Before life could get any better, her father came home with a down-and-out young master he had picked up.
Shen Jinbao was the notorious spoiled young heir of Huanglong County, a sharp-tongued wastrel who loved cockfighting and chasing dogs. Now he had a limp and was squatting in her woodshed, refusing to leave.
"Chubby, your dried fish is pretty good, but you used too much salt."
"Chubby, this soup is nice. It'd be even better with a couple more drops of vinegar."
"Chubby..."
Li Banyue couldn't take it anymore. "If you're so good, why don't you do it yourself?"
Shen Jinbao leaned against the doorframe, grinning lazily. "I only know how to eat, not cook. But is my tongue worth a bowl of rice to you?"
She told him he could never wash the spoiled brat out of himself.
He told her she was too softhearted and would get fooled sooner or later.
Later, her restaurants spread across the Great Ning Dynasty, and he sat beneath the oldest jujube tree in the back courtyard, peeling water caltrops for her.
"Chubby, I've been done for ever since I fell into your hands."
Li Banyue looked at him and smiled to herself. It wasn't clear who had fallen into whose hands.
Check out the completed novel: The Farmer's Chubby Girl Sings Her Song
Theme: Hard work can change your life.
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