Blurb:
After transmigrating, Xu Zhi looked at all the children in the house, big and small, and finally took on the responsibility of supporting the family. She started a small business with her nephew.
Fried buns and fried skewers wrapped in pancakes. Come on in, honored guests!
After working hard and making money, her husband, who had died young, came back!
She thought they could finally shut the door and enjoy a quiet life together. Who knew she would accidentally become a general's wife?
(Some recipes in this story are sourced from the internet.)
Completed serialization: "The Beloved Lucky Girl Is Three and a Half [The 1970s]"
The Yan family's daughter-in-law gave birth to their sixth child. Old Man Yan, whose family had been a line of only sons for three generations, was so delighted that the scar on his face seemed to disappear. Granny Yan went around arranging to buy brown sugar for her daughter-in-law.
The whole family doted on the little girl until she turned one. As soon as she learned to walk, she went looking for the neighbor's child to pick a fight. Before she could even find her target, she plopped down on her bottom.
Yan Ling, held in Granny Yan's arms, stared at the sky in silence. She never imagined that a mighty cultivator like her would struggle even to walk.
The year Yan Ling was born, the family hens started laying two eggs at a time.
On the day Yan Ling reached for her first-year objects, the family sow gave birth to fifteen piglets.
During the drought that summer, three-year-old Yan Ling sat on the doorstep, worrying over how to tell her parents she had two mountains' worth of grain.
Coming soon: "The Taotie Toddler Is Super Fierce, Grr!" Please add it to your collection.
The Shen family took in a little girl who claimed every day that she was a ferocious beast.
Looking at the adorable toddler, the whole family played along: "That's right, you're a ferocious beast."
The three-and-a-half-year-old Taotie toddler nodded in satisfaction. "You're all scared now, right?"
The whole family nodded together. "Terrified."
What else can you do with your own child except spoil her?
Everyone in the world of mysticism knew the secret: the Shen family, a major school of mysticism, was about to fall into decline.
When word got out that the Shen family had defied convention and adopted a little girl, half the world of mysticism looked forward to the spectacle.
That was until they saw her swallow a ghost general with a hundred years of cultivation in one bite, without leaving so much as a speck behind.
Everyone: Who am I? Where am I?
The ghosts: Weren't toddlers supposed to be easy to catch?
Other people catching ghosts: Call a master! Bring out the magic artifacts! Throw thunder talismans!
The Taotie catching ghosts: Knead them, soak them, then gobble them up in one bite.
The ghost realm insisted that if they kept causing trouble without pause, the Ghost Emperor would eventually descend upon the imperial capital.
A few months later, watching their subordinates dwindle, the Ghost King couldn't resist going to the last place where one of them had gone missing.
There, he saw a ghost general, a Yin soldier he'd trained for hundreds of years, turned into a little sugar ball and held in the arms of a three-year-old girl.
One bite after another, crunchy as candy.
Theme: Those who work hard through adversity will find happiness.
"The Descendants of Hanong" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ Treat your grandson with joy
??? Does this man named Zheng still think that he is a loyal minister who is devoted to the country?
It ended abruptly... It really didn't seem like I had finished writing.
Thank you madam! Sprinkle flowers!
When Mr. Liu remarries, will the person she marries be a generation older? It's a bit confusing to watch.
Rongguo Mansion. . This reminds me of the Duke of Rongguo named Jia Daishan.
Thanks for the limited fee! I always feel like there is a follow-up?
Why does it feel like it's not over yet?
The consummation was also done quietly.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers