When Jiang Yanyi, heiress to a traditional hotpot family, opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into an ancient romance novel as the villainous supporting character. After framing the female lead, she was exiled to a border military camp, where she was treated as mere entertainment for the soldiers. Touching the scar on her forehead left by the original character's attempt to escape, Jiang Yanyi quietly picked up a cooking ladle. As a minor character, she figured she had no need to follow the main plot. The soldiers in the Western Zhou military camp all said that the new cook's skills were unparalleled. The noodles she made could be eaten dry or, with a bit of hot water, became a delicious bowl of soup-essential for soldiers on the move! Jiang Yanyi: "No, this is just instant noodles." The tea she brewed had bubbles rising from it, a slightly sweet aftertaste, and even a hint of strong alcohol. Jiang Yanyi: "No, this is cola!" The hotpot she prepared had a red broth with ingredients from the land, sea, and sky that could be thrown in to cook-its taste was divine! Jiang Yanyi: "... This is really just a common hotpot from the modern world." The fiancé who once broke off their engagement wanted to rekindle their relationship, but the famously ruthless King of Liaonan, Feng Shuo, threw his spear and declared, "Back off, this is my wife!"

•STORY NOT MINE •DO NOT VOTE AUTHOR: 雲朵還是花 ASSOCIATED NAMES: 穿成男主回豪門前甩他的前女友 CHINESE WEBSITE: https://www.xbanxia.cc/books/410761.html [Romance + Slow and Steady Love] Fang Xihe opened her eyes-and realized she was in the body of the male lead's ex-girlfriend. A supporting character in a novel where a woman chased her husband. She had been cruel-rejecting him for being poor, toying with his feelings, humiliating him, dumping him, and marrying a rich second-generation heir. Soon after, the male lead was accepted back by his wealthy family, rising to Beijing's elite. There, he met the angelic female lead, who healed the wounds his ex had left. Meanwhile, the ex suffered domestic abuse despite her rich marriage. Later, she returned, clinging to the male lead, stirring chaos, and breaking the female lead's heart. Eventually, she was captured-and accidentally killed by her wealthy husband. --- And now, Fang Xihe's story began at the most critical moment: the male lead was proposing. She froze for a heartbeat-and said yes. The man before her was a prince of Beijing's elite, with immense wealth. Even a sliver of it would grant her freedom. She dreamed of becoming a rich heiress. Soon, the powerful patriarch flooded her with money, demanding she leave the male lead. At the same time, the male lead met his true love, showered her with gifts, and asked for a divorce. Then the patriarch arrived in person, handing her a blank check. "Fill in any amount-as long as you divorce Chen Zhou." Fang Xihe's mind raced. One hundred million? One billion? Before she could decide, a man stormed in, tearing the checkbook to shreds. "Don't insult my wife with money!"

Novel Rating:10/10 As a Carpenter: Transmigrated into a Peasant Woman and taking care of my sickly husband Li Miaomiao transmigrated into the body of the original heroine - a woman who had been abandoned by her groom on their wedding day, lost her mind, and in a fit of madness married Xiao Xian, a guest who had only come to attend the wedding banquet. . The very next day, the original host made a scene about going back to become the groom's concubine, fell into the river, and died. . The guests all laughed. A cripple with useless legs, handsome as he might be, and so poor his house had nothing but bare walls - even a discarded bride couldn't be kept by such a waste. . Everyone waited for her to wake up and go mad again, tormenting Xiao Xian. . Unexpectedly, she picked up a toolbox and became a little carpenter instead, pampering her gentle, jade-like lame husband as if raising him with tender care. . Li Miaomiao declared that being a carpenter was great - walking through streets and alleys, she might even run into someone who could seal a throat with a single strike of the sword... her husband? . She immediately turned to run, only to be carried back home over someone's shoulder. . After a night of tossing and turning, that certain someone chuckled and asked, "Wife, are my legs better now?"