Transmigrating to Pompeii: Three Meals a Day, Four Seasons a Year

Feilumina's memories come and go.

She always feels like she's forgotten something.

Feilu works at a bakery and is so talented that the owner gets down on his knees and begs her to stay.

That handsome guy with black curls shouldn't leave. Feilu thinks they could get to know each other.

Only later does she find out that this fair-skinned, curly-haired hottie is the financial commissioner of Pompeii.

They say the King of Hell has nothing to do, so he makes things difficult for little demons?

Or something like that, followed by little demons making things difficult.

...Feilu's memory is as fuzzy as a Gaussian blur.

Whatever. When it comes to choosing a husband she genuinely wants to marry, she shouldn't take too big a step. A class difference can really make your bones stiffen after adulthood, leaving you suddenly split apart with excruciating pain.

Feilu thinks she'd better wait and see.

As the most famous and prosperous town in the Roman Empire, Pompeii has a population of fifteen thousand, not counting the wealthy and powerful who come for vacations.

Feilu's bread has become a hot commodity and, for some reason, has suddenly taken off. The owner is dumbfounded when she asks him about it.

He watches Feilu spread a thick, smooth, fragrant black sauce, which she somehow got from somewhere, over soft, delicate bread rolls she somehow figured out how to make.

Right in front of her, Feilu's owner rubs his round belly, swallows, and glances at his father, who is sitting by the entrance to the bakery. Then he quietly tells her, "The bread recipes passed down in our family were all secretly learned by my father in Rome. We've been open for thirty years, and we've never made more than those three kinds. No innovation at all. You've got so many different kinds of bread, and sauces we've never seen before."

Feilu looks at the restaurant across the street and silently calculates how much money she could make if she opened one herself.

With her current copper-coin wages, and the restaurant across the street, she does some quick arithmetic. The gates in her mind, shut tight by her lack of money and connections, crack open a little. That aloof man who makes her heart race...

Financial commissioner becomes restaurant owner

[Coming Soon] The 398-Yuan Flight to Jeju Island...

In October 2021, Lin Shuqi was sitting next to a man bundled up from head to toe on a flight to Jeju Island.

About half an hour into the flight, she heard a choked sob...

Kim Seon-ho felt like the unluckiest man alive...

[Coming Soon] Can I Bring Peace to a Fallen Kingdom in the Spring and Autumn Period?

She transmigrates to the Spring and Autumn period and becomes the daughter of Wu Zixu.

Seeing Goujian and Fan Li stirring up trouble and draining Wu's treasury to build the Guanwa Palace, while Xishi wreaks havoc on the kingdom like Daji and Meixi, her father can no longer sit still.

Wu Zixu, the only tough guy at court willing to stand up to the King of Wu, solemnly tells his youngest daughter:

"Go to the palace. I've spent my life serving the country, and I've wronged you. Don't resent me. Always remember to remonstrate with the king. Good advice is hard to hear."

Father, you probably don't know what a miserable sight you'll make, feeding the fish in the river after offering your good advice.

China can't have a second Dragon Boat Festival...

Wu Yao knows all too well that if she enters the Wu palace, the enemy will have to be feeling merciful for her to die quickly.

As everyone knows, Wu currently has four great enemies watching it like hawks.

First, Goujian: His years of sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall have driven him mad. On top of that, Wu Zixu nearly destroyed his kingdom. He hates him so much he wants to bite the flesh from Wu Zixu's bones.

Second, Xishi: The "seductive harlot who brings ruin to the country," whom Wu Zixu has been cursing. She hates him to death. She'll kick you when you're down and whisper poison in the king's ear whenever she gets the chance.

Third, Taizai Pi: Framing a loyal minister is just a small matter.

Fourth, Fuchai: If he's in a bad mood, he'll kill you. Simple as that.

[Completed] Everyday Life in Ancient Egypt

Blurb: On the banks of the Nile, beside a thicket of reeds, a young pharaoh sits on a mat woven from papyrus and reed stems, quietly polishing his beloved fishing spear. Even his slender back gives off an air of obedient sweetness.

The fiery red sun slowly disappears behind the pyramids in the Nile Valley. He raises his spear and brings it down, like an arrow loosed from a fully drawn bow. Just as the seemingly frail shoulders unleash an impossible burst of strength, a terrified scream rings out.

If you look only at the upper half of the scene, it's a young pharaoh leisurely practicing in his spare time. The lower half, however, is drenched in blood.

Of course, the terrified scream didn't come from me, a girl who'd arrived in this strange land from 2025 just three months ago.

A girl traveling through time gets struck by the pharaoh's fishing spear in a reed bed, leading to a romantic, tragic love story? That's absolutely not the sort of nonsense I have time for, having just crawled back home from the fields.

Two months ago, I gathered clay by the Nile, got my father's barley beer, and wheedled a little bag of salt out of my mother.

I collected a nest of bird eggs from the reeds, along with one goose egg and four duck eggs.

Then I made a jar of salted eggs.

There was a commotion outside, with people crying and shouting things like "Please spare me," but I was too busy to go out and look.

So hungry my stomach was touching my back, I stayed home while my family went out to see what was happening. Holding my newborn little sister, Blackie, in one arm, I reached into the jar with the other and pulled out a duck egg.

I rinsed it in another jar.

The blue-green Nile duck egg gleamed under the flickering oil lamp. I cracked it open with both hands, and red, fragrant oil unexpectedly ran out. I licked it clean in no time, then ate it with bread. I felt a happiness beyond words.

A tear slid from my left eye. After I took a bite of that fragrant, fluffy yolk, it finally reached my mouth.

My eldest brother, Falia, came running back first. He plopped down on the reed mat and devoured some bread, muttering, "The king is too kind. That wicked woman should have been fed to the crocodiles on the spot."

Theme: A woman needs money of her own