Cute girl × cool guy
Yuan Li transmigrated to ancient times and became a maid responsible for sweeping in the Chancellor's residence, where she spent her days enjoying the gossip.
The Chancellor would duel with colleagues in court using his jade tablet, then return home with a bruised face and coax his little grandson with honeyed candied fruit from the palace.
The Chancellor's hapless eldest son personally went to the market every autumn to compete with the nobles' servants for fresh water crabs, so he could make crab salad for his wife.
Among the Chancellor's grandchildren, a sickly young lady refused to marry because she was waiting for the swordsman from years ago, a penniless man, to return and elope with her.
The Yan family's steward was stern but face-blind. The maids would randomly sleepwalk into young masters' beds, the cook prepared dishes with her eyes closed, and the kitchen hand often blushed as he saved chicken legs for Yuan Li.
Apart from the cold and selfish eldest young master, Yan Qi, the Yan family was a perfect place to retire.
Then one night, Yuan Li woke up hungry and discovered she had become the eldest young master, Yan Qi. Well, if she was going to transmigrate, so be it. She said to the maid who had made life difficult for her earlier that day:
“Bring me two crystal pork knuckles from Fan Tower, piping hot.”
In the middle of the night, Yuan Li munched on sweet, fragrant, tender pork knuckles.
Studying takes brainpower. There's nothing wrong with a midnight snack.
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Yan Qi, the Chancellor's eldest grandson, had been expected to achieve great things since childhood.
He had mapped out an ambitious life for himself:
Come first in all three imperial examinations as a young man, enter court and become chancellor in his prime to assist a wise ruler, then be posthumously honored as Lord Wenzheng in old age.
But ever since he switched bodies with that greedy maid, his life had gone off the rails, and the whole Yan family had become strange.
The stern, old-fashioned Chancellor would fight children for fruit. His father, who treasured every minute, would peel crabs for his mother late into the night. His frail younger sister hid boxes of erotic paintings under her bed, not to mention all the servants who wanted to throw their arms around him.
What kind of behavior was that!
The blank-faced maid comforted him. “Young Master, I'll work hard and try to pass the exams before I die.”
Yan Qi looked at her chaotic essay, then served her a bowl of multicolored soup in an attempt to disgust her. Instead, she drank it happily, going on and on about how she'd misjudged him and never expected to taste such authentic spicy pepper soup.
He couldn't understand it.
He meant to prank her, but she praised him instead.
Later:
Yan Qi asked Yuan Li, “Was the Qionglin Banquet good?”
Yuan Li thought seriously. “Not as good as the roasted taro you made.”
Yan Qi: “What a hopeless appetite.”
He said that, but started roasting taro anyway.
[Blurb written on May 1, 2026]
P.S.
1. One-on-one, pure love, both leads inexperienced, lighthearted and delicious, the perfect comfort read⦁֊⦁ಣ
2. A writing exercise, with a little bit of a mystery plot
Theme: Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, and don't take your troubles to heart.
