Written by: Qian Shan Cha Ke
Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.
Forget it, whatever. Since they already claim...
Ohh man, so much food in this chapter XD. We've added pictures so that you'll know which foods are which~ Trust the ancient Chinese to eat so much delicious food XD. There is a mini food porn warning lol.
Translated by : togekiss
Edited by : Ely and Anks
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At a peasant's residence with three green-tiled and red-walled rooms, the spacious courtyard was covered by layers and layers of accumulated snow. A large, black watchdog paced at the entrance, lazily chomping a bone from a cracked bowl. It seemed that the frosty air made it feel extremely cold, as it retreated into its cozy kennel.
It was New Year's Eve. Colorful paintings, depicting an abundant harvest of all food crops, were pasted at the entrance. Three fat, huge lanterns hung from the roof. Firecracker sounds could be heard from the outside. Occupants of the residence were beaming with happiness, in harmony with the feeling of a New Year's Eve dinner. Although village delicacies were served, the eight main dishes had been cooked meticulously with attention to detail. The meat and vegetables complemented each other. There were spicy steamed striped bass cooked with bean sprouts 1, braised pork 2, tea-infused smoked chicken 3, five-colored shredded vegetables 4, onion and lamb dumplings 5, "praying for blessings" shrimp 6, four happiness meatballs 7and abundant wealth 8.
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A large group drank and gambled together. It was an extraordinary scene that was bustling with noise and excitement. At the same time, there was an atmosphere of bleak emptiness in the most remote residence of the peasant's courtyard. A solitary room was dimly lit by a candle, which seemed as though it would be extinguishing soon.
A tall, young maid with her hair combed into a topknot bun sat in front of the residence, carefully adding firewood to the brazier. As the firewood in the brazier caught fire, a pungent, thick smoke immediately pervaded the small residence.
Another maid with a petite figure ran towards the residence hurriedly as she picked a thin, shabby fan from the ground, before fanning it carefully. She scolded, "Lian Qiao, you should be more careful. Our lady's health has not recovered yet. What if she chokes?"
