The Cook Brings Her Child: The Whole Marquis's Estate Begs Her to Stay

[Transmigration + building a career while raising a child + rivals vying for her affection + powerful men losing their minds + healing + food] After transmigrating into the body of a divorced widow, I take my daughter to the marquis's residence to make a living. The marquis's household has three young masters: one is gloomy and world-weary, prickly all over; one is sensitive and frail, plagued by stomach problems and withdrawn; and one is a mischievous little troublemaker, unruly and impossible to control. They all share one thing in common: they're picky eaters! Nobody has any faith in me, a cook who appeared out of nowhere. But they don't know that I also have experience as a special education teacher from my previous life. Later, the gloomy heir comes to see me as a kindred spirit, the withdrawn genius will only eat the food I make, and the little menace trails after me, eager to help. I become the most irreplaceable person in the marquis's household. Even the powerful nobles of the capital offer me a fortune to come discipline their children. Once I've saved enough money, I take my daughter's little hand and prepare to run away to enjoy a carefree life. But who could have guessed that the powerful men of the marquis's household, usually so far above everyone else, would look at me with increasingly dangerous eyes, even turning on one another over me...

The austere, old-fashioned chief minister, who wields power across the court, pins me hard against a wall and grips my chin. “You think you can run off with An'an? Shen Lingwei, do you think I'm dead?”

The unruly young general shields me behind him, grinning arrogantly. “Uncle, you can't force someone to love you. She saved my life, and I'm taking her with me today. The whole general's household will be her betrothal gift!”

Even that aloof, otherworldly guest official silently stuffs all his worldly possessions into my arms, lowering his eyes as he fights to hold back his feelings. “Choose me. I won't let them hurt you, not even a little.”

Facing this crowd of powerful men, I reply coldly, “You want a title? Get in line. Don't get in the way of me raising my kid and building my career.”