Tang Ning, the top female royal chef of the Great Yin Dynasty, was dead. She had died on her way back home to enjoy her retirement—stabbed right through by mountain bandits over a single jar of pickles in her arms.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become the true heiress in a storybook set two thousand years in the future.
After being brought home by her biological parents, before her seat could even get warm, she was shipped off to the other side of the ocean as an international student—all because they feared she would steal the fake heiress's fiancé.
After twelve hours of flying over the Pacific Ocean aboard a giant iron bird, Tang Ning pulled down her sleeves under the strange look of the passenger next to her, hiding the bruises she had pinched into her own arm, and finally accepted this reality.
But could someone please tell her...
Why did her family go bankrupt the moment she became a poor, miserable international student, leaving no one to send her living expenses?
Were the dry bread, cold milk, and chopped-up grass served on the table really going to be her three daily meals from now on?
And what on earth was this 180 cm tall man with yellow hair and blue eyes jabbering about?
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After the bankruptcy, the fake heiress's family quietly moved to Hong Kong.
When the fiancé returned from a business trip at the US headquarters, he mentioned that a phenomenally delicious Chinese restaurant had opened in New York. It had not only conquered all of North America, but had also captured the hearts of domestic foodies. Wealthy magnates from the capital were even offering massive investments to bring the head chef back to open a restaurant in China.
Yet, before the investors could even step through the door, they were reported en masse to the embassy by Chinese international students in North America.
From then on, the Chinese restaurant became an instant sensation, with eager customers queuing all the way from New York to Ottawa.
The fake heiress paid no heed to it.
Not until her century wedding, when she spotted a familiar, elegant, and stunning figure in a haute couture cheongsam standing in the garden...
"Tang Ning?!"
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