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

[Serving with the Army at the Border + Food + Raising Kids + Little Cook + Lighthearted + Farming + Business + Love After Marriage + Healing + Transmigrate into a Book + Tough Guy + Male Lead with an Eating Disorder]

Tang Shuang, born into a family with a tradition of imperial chefs, became an executive chef at a young age. Then, in one day, she transmigrated into a book as the male lead's doomed cannon-fodder ex-wife, with three little ones crying out to be fed.

Tang Shuang gives a soft sigh and follows one of her family's rules: cherish life, hold fast to it, and face hardship with courage. She loves the three children as her own family.

She makes pork and napa cabbage stewed with glass noodles for a merchant caravan, earning the "fare" to travel to the border. She makes honey kudzu-starch cakes for a wealthy old madam, earning a promise from a powerful patron. She makes hot-and-sour knife-cut noodles for a student returning home after failing the imperial exams, easing his frustration...

Just like that, she easily has everyone at the border drooling every day!

From then on, the thatched hut becomes a spacious house with brick walls and tiled roofs, the coarse rice in the rice jar becomes fine grain, and cured meat hangs from the rafters until the storeroom is full. Even the daughter and sons who once avoided her like the plague all rush to kiss her:

The prim, little-old-man eldest son instantly turns into a whimpering baby: "Mother, go sleep with Little Sister. Guobao is Big Brother, and I'll try hard not to be scared." (Serious, scheming little face.)

The sweet and soft eldest daughter gazes at her with starry eyes and confesses every day: "Mother, I really, really love you."

The hot-tempered little firecracker of a youngest daughter turns into a clingy little sweetheart: "M-Mother, I want to hang on you."

Even her blunt, stern, tough-guy husband starts getting jealous: "My dear, our children can't be this timid. Let them sleep on their own."

The three little ones: !!!

"Father, how can you be like this!"