Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist's Uncle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ling Sheng started to suspect that even the artist who had taken the photo had to be her father’s fan. The photo chosen for him had been carefully selected, or else how could there not be a single photo that looked like a car wreck?

However, looking at the crazy MLMer, she did not dare ask who had said anything bad about Huo Ci.

Her father’s Little Cis were too crazy and scary!

After unpacking, she wanted to eat.

The kitchen was in the yard, and there were some pots and pans. There was also some oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, but there was nothing to eat.

“Director Lin, what shall we eat?” Ling Sheng asked.

“You’re immortals. Aren’t immortals liberated from the need to eat?” Lin Ci said in a serious tone as he pointed at a basket of potatoes. “You can have this if you want to!”

Ling Sheng was baffled. “Are you messing with me?”

Lin Ci said, “These potatoes are not free. You can have one pound of them, but you’ll have to dig up 100 pounds of potatoes for the village tomorrow. 100 pounds for one pound.”

Shi Lingyu was on the verge of tears. “Director Lin, shall we dig with our hands?”

Lin Ci coughed. When he saw that the young girl was about to cry, his voice softened. “There will be tools tomorrow.”

Only then did Shi Lingyu relax and run over to pick up the potatoes.

Ji Fanchen and Cheng Ye moved the double bed and shabby wardrobe in the room to Ling Sheng and the other girl’s room. The two men could make do without this bed. They could sleep on the single bed or on the ground.

After the duo was done, they came out to help.

Ling Sheng was chopping wood in the yard with an ax!

Ji Fanchen hurried over. How could he let a girl carry out such a hard task? “Let me do it!”

Ling Sheng smiled but did not stand on ceremony. She gave the ax to him and said, “This ax is not very useful. I’ll get someone to grind it tomorrow. Be careful not to hit my foot.”

Lin Ci explained the rules to them. The amount of firewood, oil, and salt provided by them was only enough for a day. One day later, they would have to depend on their own capabilities to eat, drink, and use whatever they wanted.

The production team would assign missions at random times and reward them with points that could be used in exchange for money and items. Everyone would depend on their own abilities to survive.

Ling Sheng was the chef of Team Blue, and Shi Lingyu’s culinary skills were not bad either.

While the two girls were cooking, Ji Fanchen would chop wood, fetch water, light a fire, and distribute the tasks neatly.

There were special tasks in the field, and Shi Lingyu could only make some home-cooked food. What she was best at was making cakes and desserts and toasting bread, so she volunteered to help Ling Sheng.

Ling Sheng could cook 108 portions within minutes. If she had sufficient ingredients, she could produce 500 portions. Only

In an hour, a fragrant potato feast was ready.

Stewed potatoes, potato strips, potato balls, potato cakes, roasted potatoes, potato noodles, and various other dishes were included. They all looked delectable and tempting.

Lin Ci and the director looked at each other in shock. This lady must have invited guests over. Was she a Chinese chef? Her culinary skills were indeed astonishing!

How could she have thought of so many ways to cook a simple potato?

Mo Ning was there to watch the funny show and eat at Team Red’s side. The fire was lit, but no one entered the kitchen. Half of the potatoes had been smashed, so they had decided to boil them.

She believed that Team Blue’s side would not be much better. At most, Shi Lingyu would be the only lady who could make some food.

When she arrived, her face turned ugly when she saw Ling Sheng and the rest eating noodles. She asked Lin Ci, “Where did they get the noodles?”