A Culinary Journey: The Lovely Country Girl

After graduating from Le Cordon Bleu in France, she returned home with her master chef certificate in hand. Job offers poured in from hotels of every star rating. From then on, she would have both fame and fortune and reach the pinnacle of life?

----------Damn it!

It was supposed to be a celebration, but somehow she transmigrated to ancient times, smashed a chicken coop, and accidentally slept a hen to death.

In her thirty years of life, she had never seen a woman from the streets chase someone all over the village just because one chicken had died.

----------For crying out loud!

The backwater village was bad enough, but then a prince came to seize their land without compensation. She grabbed her spatula...

The world is huge. Time to get to work.

---------Damn it!

Who is Ning Yishuang? Give her a set of spatulas and she can support the whole family?

The world is cruel. Woe is me! What can describe it better than a leaky roof on a rainy night?

---------Nonsense!

What the heck is a Celestial Maiden? Is she any good with a cleaver? Does she taste better than braised pork?

No way. Absolutely not!

The Murong family has a son, a peerless gentleman whose talent is renowned throughout the realm. He is gentle, refined, and kindhearted, yet cold and desireless, leaving hearts broken.

She says, “I like you, not because of your noble status.”

He turns away indifferently, leaving behind a pool of moonlight and half a cup of clear tea, and taking his peerless beauty with him.

The Third Prince of Northern Zhou is twenty years old, brilliant, accomplished in both letters and arms, and burdened by his mother’s family’s feud. He has been quietly plotting his revenge.

He says, “Ning Wushuang, I’ve decided you’re mine.”

She laughs bitterly. “Your Highness wants me, but do you intend to imprison me and make me your Celestial Maiden?”

His eyes darken slightly. He says nothing. They stare at each other across a chasm.

What is affection?

And what is love?

In the end, nothing is more precious than the life you cherish and protect yourself.

Who cares who conquers the realm or who claims the treasure? Let me keep a warm home with a pot and a stove!!!