The Little Cookhouse Soldier of the Seventies

Lin Xiaotang has a little secret: she can hear ingredients "talk."

A wilted cabbage sobs: "I can still be saved!"

A crucian carp blows bubbles: "Miss Tofu and I are made for each other!"

An emergency ration complains: "The smell of braised pork in my dreams is tempting me!"

And the stomach of the military district's toughest battle-hardened soldier, Special Forces Brigade commander Yan Zhan, is always groaning: "Hungry..."

Once Lin Xiaotang becomes the Special Forces' dedicated nutritionist

The cooks' mealtime whistle becomes the soldiers' favorite sound!

[Wilderness Training Special]

The mushrooms line up holding tiny umbrellas: "Pick me! Pick me! No one in my family for three generations has been poisonous!"

Wild grapes call out from the branches: "Sweet and tangy, juicy too! Sweeter than your first love!"

[Island Garrison Daily Life]

An oyster pops open its shell: "Look! I'm nice and plump."

Seaweed sways and pouts: "Make soup with me! I'm so deliciously fresh."

[Reader's Guide]

1. The heroine is fourteen at the beginning, and the hero is twenty-one.

2. The hero is very much a background character. Read with caution if that bothers you!

3. Pure comradeship in the early part! Romance develops naturally once she's an adult!

4. Protect wildlife. No selling, breeding, or eating wild animals!

5. To avoid the urge to nibble your blanket late at night, enjoy this with a bowl of rice.

6. The ingredients are outrageous. Please don't complain if it's not your thing.

7. The story is entirely fictional. Please don't treat it as fact.

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The Little Girl Who Finds Treasures in the Seventies

Spring, 1970.

Jiang Xiaoyu didn't cry when she was born.

The midwife had to pat her several times before she finally yawned leisurely. Her little face was all scrunched up, making her look sleepy and sweet.

The midwife teased, "Oh my, is this baby going to be lazy?"

Old Madam Zhou smiled weakly from the bed. "Lazy is good. Lazy babies are easy to raise."

Nobody knew that a System was starting up at full speed inside the baby girl's mind.

[Ding!]

[Cultural Relic Guardian System activating...]

[Host's vital signs detected... normal.]

[Host compatibility: 99.99%... Wait a minute!]

Wait a minute, she's fifty centimeters tall and weighs six pounds, two ounces?

The System fell silent as it stared at the scan data.

Who could have guessed that the Host with an extraordinary aura of good fortune was just a newborn baby?

System: [...All right. We'll wait for her to grow up first.]

But the System soon discovered that this little one had an absurd natural talent. Not only did antiques gravitate toward her, she could also hear old objects talking.

[Daily Life of a Baby Host]

System: "Host, a Qing dynasty porcelain item is nearby."

Jiang Xiaoyu: "A Qing... what? Where is it?"

System: "The yellow one... the one your third older brother is looking at."

Jiang Xiaoyu: "Oh! Third Brother! That bowl is pretty!"

The chipped porcelain bowl grumbled: "Of course it's pretty! Emperor Kangxi used me. Two boxes of matches and I'm yours!"

[At the Auction]

At the 1985 autumn auction in Hong Kong, bidding for the grand finale, a "plain-faced Ming-style desk with raised ends," reached five hundred thousand when Jiang Xiaoyu raised her hand from the last row.

"Five hundred."

The whole room erupted.

Jiang Xiaoyu: "That five hundred is for the leg. The tabletop is elm veneer. Which workshop cut corners on this?"

The experts' faces changed, and the wealthy bidder who'd offered five hundred thousand turned green.

Jiang Xiaoyu smiled at him. "No need to thank me. You almost bought an elm lump to take home."

[Finding Treasures at the Ghost Market]

1990, Panjiayuan.

Jiang Xiaoyu squatted in front of a stall, staring at a small, dusty, broken-looking bowl.

Stall owner: "Genuine Yongzheng famille rose. Eight hundred."

The little bowl snorted: [Bullshit. I'm a Chenghua doucai chicken cup! I once poured wine for the emperor.]

Jiang Xiaoyu: "Five."

The stall owner's cigarette fell from his mouth. "...Five?"

Jiang Xiaoyu got up to leave.

The stall owner gritted his teeth. "Deal!"

Half a year later, it sold for eighteen million Hong Kong dollars at Sotheby's.

The stall owner was so angry he overturned his stall.

[Reading Guide]

1. A feel-good treasure-hunting, face-slapping story with everyone's favorite, Xiaoyu.

2. The hero appears later, and romance begins after she reaches adulthood.

3. There are many male rivals. Ye Ge fights tooth and nail to be the male lead.

4. All cultural relics in this novel are fictional.

5. Protect cultural relics. Illegal trade is strictly forbidden!

Theme: Only when you're full can you defend your country