Chapter 1
After one rain, it was already late autumn. The wind carried away the few remaining leaves from the dry osmanthus
From childhood, Xu He had always been his second elder sister’s contrast group.
His elder sister was fair-skinned, fresh-looking, and fertile. She was the apple of the Xu family’s eye, the village beauty, with talented young men seeking her hand in marriage lined up from the entrance of the village all the way to the back of the mountain.
He was sallow, thin, and physically weak. He was the little ge’er of the Xu family who could not be brought out into the open. The only thing he was good at was cooking, but every day he was busy from the stove to the fields, his face covered in dust and grime, and no one had ever noticed him.
The villagers often discussed over meals and tea how the same parents could give birth to two children who were so completely different. With his elder sister as a comparison, surely He-ge’er would have an even harder time getting married.
Yet, unexpectedly, many young people came looking for Xu He.
But all those people who tried to get close to him were doing so to inquire about his elder sister.
After so many years, Xu He had long since grown accustomed to it.
But recently, even Zhang Fangyuan, the village’s good-for-nothing, wanted to ask him about her.
He dodged and hid, but was still cornered on his way home.
That man, however, said, “He-ge’er, your cooking smells so good. If you became my fūláng, it would surely smell even better.”
Warning Guide—Important!
Alternate universe; extremely alternate, so don’t overthink it.
Childbirth; the person on the cover is the shou. Both gong and shou perspectives are used.
If you mind that the contrast group is a female character, please skip this directly. Do not post inflammatory comments in the chapters.
Tags: Farming, Rebirth, Food, Sweet Romance
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One-Sentence Introduction: Living a harmonious and beautiful life.
Theme: A prodigal who turns over a new leaf is worth more than gold.
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