MTL - Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother - Chapter 439 surprise...failure

In this world, being a farmer is a noble profession.

To obtain the Zhang Xiaofan super ability, have no matter all sorts of grass, raise flower, you ‘ll became one big guy unconsciously.

At a dying grass, give it 60 points of life, and will live.

Villain holding a 100 years of Lingcao in front of Zhang Xiaofan show off in an ostentatious manner, conveniently give it a year. As a result of the tragedy, it degenerates into a ten rank grass, the villain be crying faint in the toilet.

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Raised by a league of assassins and trained for thirteen years, Shan Yue was seventeen when she took the throne of best assassin, becoming an untouchable legend amongst assassins.

Despite being legendary, she put her faith in the wrong people and was killed by her own league’s betrayal. However, while Shan Yue thought her death was assured in the violent explosion, she was surprised to find herself reincarnating into the body of a useless female student.

Forget how pudgy and dim-witted she was — she seemed to get into fights every day! Her original body’s sister sneered, “Fatso! All you do is eat… and look at how ugly you are! You really embarrass me!”

Fat? Ugly! Shan Yue started a daily training regiment, rapidly slimming down and becoming a ravishing beauty! Her original body’s mother snapped at her, “How did I give birth to a child as stupid as you?! Always last place in school — you embarrass me!

I should have strangled you right after I gave birth to you!” Stupid?

Last place in school? Shan Yue lifted a finger, and the principal of the top school in the capital personally visited, offering a transfer to his school. Elite hackers, doctors, mercenaries, math geniuses…

All of them were now vying for her attention! Though she managed to get the chance to become normal after going through so much, she accidentally become a big shot again, even finding herself a two-faced bigwig for a husband! Shan Yue: I just wanted a quiet life, but my abilities prevent that. Sigh…

A broken prince, a shadowy scheme, all that amidst a bloody fight for a throne wrongly succeeded. Join a group of youngsters as they take their first steps into the martial world, towards the grandest adventure of their lives. It all begins in a certain inn, set against verdant mountains and facing a scenic lake.

“Bring us your finest wine and best meat!” Yelled a hulking man who seemed to be the leader of the dozen strong group.

“How much?” The waiter anxiously nodded his head.

“As much as you have!” The hulking man yelled back.

“That’s…”

“HUH?” The hulking man shot the waiter a furious glare.

“Dear guests, our inn operates on the principle of ‘pay first, dishes later’. As such, it will be better if you tell us exactly how much meat and wine you need.” Xiao Se returned their furious stares with a thin smile.

“Who are you supposed to be?” The hulking man eyed him with bulging eyes.

“This humble one is known as Xiao Se, the owner of this inn, the Fallen Snow Villa.” Xiao Se replied with the same smile and with a level of courtesy worth a solid 12/10.

“Well, we have no money.” The hulking man stabbed his blade into one of the nearby tables.

“Oh?”

“But I’m sure you have some!” The man pointed his finger at Xiao Se.

At that, Xiao Se furiously shook his head. “I’m sorry to break it to you but our little inn hasn’t made a single sale in almost a month. I’m about to owe them salaries myself…”

“Like hell if I care!” The hulking man smashed his palm down on the table. “Even if you have no money, that fur coat of yours should at least be worth a hundred odd silvers.”

“NONSENSE!” Yelled Xiao Se, eyes wide open and gaze as sharp as daggers.

The hulking man was stunned, his body even shivering involuntarily for that split second.

“I, Xiao Se, ride only the finest horse and wear only the richest threads! This fur coat of mine was specially sewn by some of the finest seamstresses in the imperial capital in the August Threads. Just sewing it took three whole months, shipping it, another one. Hmph, a hundred silvers? That’s not even enough to buy the sleeves of my coat!”