After I Transmigrated, I Drew Blind Boxes to Marry a Princess

[A quick heads-up: This story features lots of delicious food, so grab some tissues and get ready to swallow your drool]

One day, Tong Ran transmigrated.

Tong Ran took stock of the situation: both parents dead, not a penny to her name. Saying she had nothing would be an understatement. Her house was practically full of drafts.

Despite these circumstances, Tong Ran's heart softened for a moment, and she picked up a filthy little girl.

She had the fate of a beggar, but the body of a pampered young lady.

An Ning lifted her chin slightly.

Food: I want crab roe soup dumplings! I want crab roe noodles!

Clothes: I want silk and satin dresses!

Home: This bed is too hard. It hurts my back. I want a soft bed!

Travel: I want a luxurious carriage drawn by two horses!

Tong Ran: I'll put up with it. I picked her up, after all. I can only spoil her.

Looking at the empty house, then thinking of that spoiled little girl, Tong Ran racked her brains for ways to make money. Then she slapped her thigh.