The Divine Chef Princess of Space

In the winter of the fifteenth year of Canglan Kingdom's Tianqing Festival, a snowstorm roared in. The cold wind rolled up the snowflakes and swept the capital unscrupulously. The heavy snow covered thousands of miles with ice. Mojia Village is a small village on the edge of Beijing. Luo Qingyao tightened her worn and thin clothes, feeling an ominous premonition in her heart. "Dad, I've been in the mountain for four days, and I don't know how I'm doing now?" Luo Qingyao lowered his head and murmured to himself. After Luo Qingyao finished speaking, she looked in the direction of the bed very carefully. Her mother was so anxious that she heard the news that the mountains were closed due to heavy snowfall. She was originally poor and poor...