I Transmigrated Into a Book and Raised Three Kids at the Border: The Little Chef Opens a Restaurant and Becomes the Richest Woman Around

[Military Life on the Frontier] [Food] [Raising Kids] [Young Female Chef] [Lighthearted] [Farming] [Business] [Marriage Before Love] [Healing] [Transmigrate Into a Book] [Rugged Hero] [Male Lead with an Eating Disorder]

Tang Shuang, heir to a family of imperial chefs, became an executive chef at a young age. Then, in a single day, she transmigrated into a book as the male lead’s doomed ex-wife, a disposable character fated to die young, with three hungry children to feed.

Tang Shuang let out a soft sigh. Following one of her family’s rules, “Treasure life and endure hardship with hope,” she loved the three children as her own.

She made a pork and napa cabbage stew with glass noodles for a trading caravan in exchange for “fare” to the frontier. She made honey and kudzu starch cakes for a wealthy old madam in exchange for a promise from a powerful patron. She made hot-and-sour knife-cut noodles for an exam candidate who had failed and returned home, easing his troubled heart...

Just like that, she had everyone on the frontier craving her cooking every day!

Before long, their thatched hut had become a grand house with brick walls and tiled roofs. The coarse rice in their jar became fine grain, and the rafters were packed with cured meat. Even the daughter and son who had once avoided her like a snake now clung to her:

Her prim, serious eldest son turned into a whimpering little schemer: “Mother, go sleep with Little Sister. Guobao is the big brother, and I’ll try hard not to be scared.” (He said solemnly, with a calculating smile.)

Her sweet, soft-hearted eldest daughter gazed at her with starry eyes and confessed every day: “Mother, I really, really like you.”

Her fiery little daughter turned into a clingy little koala: “M-Mother, I want to hang on you.”

Even her rugged, stiff-backed husband started getting jealous: “Wife, our children can’t be this timid. Let them sleep by themselves.”

The three little ones: “!!!”

“Father, how can you be like this!”