Blurb:
A gentle guy who can negotiate business deals and also do the laundry and cooking transmigrates, then meets the landlord's stupid son... No! The landlord's tsundere, chubby little ball of a son, and then... ends up with a tiny little ball of his own...
I'm a good-for-nothing at writing blurbs ┭┮﹏┭┮ Anyway, this is a lighthearted, slice-of-life story about transmigrating, farming, cooking, and doing business, with plenty of doting and even steamed buns.
Zhang Zimo: I have a small goal: make a hundred million first!
Mu the Chubby Ball: I have a small goal: help my husband make a hundred million first!
Tiny Chubby Ball: Goo goo gaa gaa, goo goo gaa gaa gaa...
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I'm truly sorry, everyone. Silly Xia was sick for almost a whole season. I was transferred to another hospital twice and had two minor operations and one major one. At first, Silly Xia wrote a few chapters on a phone app at the hospital and synced them to the computer so my older sister could post updates from home. But there were too many mistakes, and later my health gave out, so I had to stop updating.
I'm especially sorry. Two or three times, the doctor said, "Xia, if your test results are fine in a couple of days, you can be discharged." Silly Xia would hurriedly and happily ask my sister to post a notice that updates were resuming, but every time, my condition suddenly worsened just before the tests ┭┮﹏┭┮. Today, I finally managed to sit up without the incision hurting, so I'm resuming updates.
Since Silly Xia is still very weak and needs frequent checkups, I'll [keep to one update every two days, and do my best to update daily.]
Thank you, little cuties, for your comfort and support. Thank you m(o_ _)m Good news: Silly Xia finally lost the ten-plus pounds I gained sneaking my sister's postpartum meals, and my sister has even recovered from her postpartum depression thanks to me (*^▽^*) Thank you, little cuties. I'll slowly read and reply to your comments over the next few days~~
Three years ago, I suffered from severe eczema in January, with sporadic eczema oozing all over my body. My face was really swollen, my eyes turned into slits, my ears were bleeding and rotten due to wearing a mask, and the skin was scratched off. I was so itchy that I couldn't sleep all night long. There were fine particles on the sheets and quilts. Interstitial fluid, as the saying goes, look, that person was so bad that he had pus. He was very desperate. At that time, he felt that he could not live anymore. He felt like a shady bed bug. Then he went to the hospital and received infusions every day. Later, the back of his hand was swollen and the doctor could not find the blood vessels. I I still had a needle buried in my arm. During this period, I also met people on other floors who had disappeared. At that time, I was lying in bed and thought about what I would look like if I disappeared. After half a month, I was almost healed. During this period, I had two meals of millet porridge and half a steamed bun at noon. My hands shook when I ate the cup and I gained 10 pounds. It was good. It's really hard to live a good and ordinary life. I'm working hard to lose weight now, but it's hard to lose weight. I've only lost six pounds in five months. It's so big. If you can handle it, it will be sunny after the rain. We are all lucky. It's either a numb gaze or an ordinary and easy-to-satisfy happiness. I wish you good health, peace and joy for the rest of your life.
Dad, how are you doing lately? Life has changed. Although it is equivalent to staying the same, it is still making progress. Waiting for your update (?ω?) Take care of yourself.
Hello, long time no see. How are you doing? Want to read your updates
Dad, how are you doing? Miss you
Hey?, Xia Xia, long time no see. How are you doing? Love you (???(??? C)
Damn, I feel so sad lately. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't be nosy. I can't help anything and can only watch them suffer. I shouldn't be like this.
Dad, how are you doing? How is it? I want to read the article, please update it.
Damn, I'm in so much pain, but I can't cry. I can only pretend to be happy. It's so sad.
Dad, 2018 was the year I graduated, and it was also the year I paid attention to you. This year is 2021. A few years have passed and you still haven't updated. Maybe you are a fan. My life seems to be suspended in 2018. I have done nothing without a job in these years and only rely on lies to live in the world. From today on, I can't stop being in 2018. Thank you for writing this novel. I want to move forward, the future is waiting for you, dear Xia Xia
Big, I love you (???(??? C)