Qiao Xin morreu, mas acabou não morrendo de verdade. O sistema culinário sem escrúpulos, o pequeno i, a levou para o espaço interestelar! Ela, que era considerada inútil, os pais à beira da morte, e a
“Who says pre-made dishes aren’t delicious? They’re absolutely mouthwatering!”
Qiao Xin had started a private home kitchen, inspired by a popular stall owner at the market who made their own pre-prepared meals. She specialized in delivering these meals to customers within her community.
Thanks to fresh ingredients and nutritious combinations, she quickly became a sensation in the neighborhood.
But fame often breeds envy, and what she hadn’t anticipated was how ruthless her rivals would be—not only stealing her money but also threatening her very life.
She did regret it, of course, but with no one left to care for her in this world, she only wished to be born into a good family next time—maybe in Rome!
“Ding! Suitable host detected. Initiating transfer.”
A sudden voice echoed, and in an instant, Qiao Xin found herself in a different place.
“The Qiao family has truly disgraced themselves this time!”
“Indeed. Cherished and pampered for sixteen years, only to turn out useless!”
“The vast Qiao family fortune will surely fall into others’ hands now!”
Mocking laughter filled the air, dripping with malice. Qiao Xin’s eyes widened in disbelief.
She was clearly twenty-six years old—how could she be sixteen?
Glancing at her hands, once worn from hard work but now smooth and delicate, she touched her face in astonishment.
She searched for a mirror, but all around were people dressed in elegant attire. Before her stood a high-tech device, which clearly displayed the words: “No supernatural ability.”
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