Exiled to a Desolate Planet, the Plants I Grow Are a Little Too Extraordinary

[Interstellar + farming + academy + livestreaming + devoted 1v1 romance]

She transmigrates as a wicked supporting female character, and the male lead takes revenge on her right from the start, sending her whole family to prison and confiscating their property.

Ai Moye unexpectedly spends a night of passion with someone, winds up with a baby of unknown origins, and is exiled to farm on a desolate planet.

The Gobi is swept by yellow sand, and the soil is barren, but none of that can stump Ai Moye, a farmer from a long line of farmers.

The soil isn’t fertile enough? Add compost!

The sandy soil can’t hold water? Plant shrubs!

Historical circumstances have caused fruits and vegetables to become extinct? Cross-pollinate and edit the genes!

A single mother, baby in tow, rolls up her sleeves and works hard on the desolate planet. She becomes an overnight sensation on a variety show and a household-name influencer across Blue Star.

After that, Ai Moye’s livestream becomes the most popular across the entire interstellar realm.

“Farmhouse silk quilts! Watch the whole process, from raising silkworms to reeling and unwinding their silk. Pure and natural, guaranteed!”

“Homemade organic aloe gel, honey conditioner, and lemon whitening cream. No synthetic chemicals, just the most delicate care for your skin!”

“Spicy beef jerky, hot-and-sour boneless chicken feet, and a five-spice seafood gift box! Everything’s on sale. Just 998, and it’s all yours!”

In an interstellar age where seeds are scarce, Ai Moye grows crisp, sweet watermelons, raises plump livestock, and wins over all kinds of big shots with her wide-ranging culinary skills.

One day, the lofty Imperial Marshal, the male lead’s own uncle and the rival who had confiscated her family’s property, comes looking for her and corners the pregnant Ai Moye.

“I hear you’re good at farming and raising livestock. Would you be interested in becoming a national treasure-level master?”

Ai Moye asks proudly, “What’s the compensation?”

The Marshal lowers his noble head. “You can order me around for the rest of my life?”

Ai Moye curls her lips into a smile. “We’ll see how you do.”