Ma Dan, damn time travel.
Other people’s time travel stories always have them as daughters of nobles, princesses, or concubines, at least they get a hot meal.
But her, she transmigrated into the daughter of a maid in the Cold Palace, a little brat of two and a half years old. To survive, she not only has to live as a boy but also stays hungry all day.
Even though it’s been almost a month since she came here, Jun Ning still finds it hard to accept.
Just at that moment, her stomach rumbled again.
Jun Ning felt even more upset. She was just about to whimper a few times but remembered what her mother said: if you don’t want to die, you have to always act like a boy and not be coquettish like a girl. So she shut her mouth, swallowed her grievances, and continued acting like a boy.
But she couldn’t help but mumble softly: "I, I want to eat fried chicken, roast duck, chicken legs, pig’s trotters, hot pot, cake..."
So hungry, so hungry, I want to eat so many things.
But in the current situation, she could only think about it.
Qiong Hua heard Jun Ning mumbling to herself but couldn’t make out exactly what, only saw her covering her little stomach with both hands.
Qiong Hua said, "Yi Yi, what are you mumbling about? Are you hungry?"
As Qiong Hua said this, she took out a hard corn bread from her bosom and stuffed it into Jun Ning’s hand, "If you’re hungry, eat it."
Jun Ning looked at the hard corn bread in her hand and tears started streaming down.
This thing is as hard as a rock, can it really be eaten?
Jun Ning really didn’t want to eat it, but her stomach was growling badly, craving to swallow a whole cow, so she took a bite of the corn bread tearfully.
Oh my, just how hard is this corn bread?
Almost all her teeth are going to come off, yet she couldn’t even take a bite out. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥
Jun Ning returned the corn bread to the woman, "Mother, you eat it, I’m not hungry."
The woman glanced at her, shook her head, and put the corn bread away, continuing her work.
Jun Ning pointed to the side, "Then I’ll go play over there."
"Be careful." Qiong Hua warned, "Don’t go too far from mother, so she can see you at all times."
"Okay." Jun Ning nodded and walked away.
He planned to find something to eat, but the Cold Palace was either filled with crazy concubines or overgrown weeds, where was there anything to eat?
After pondering for a while, Jun Ning planned to sneak out to find some food.
In the days since she came here, she hadn’t just been rolling in the mud. She had already figured out that the Cold Palace wasn’t far from the Imperial Kitchen.
Whenever there’s no food, she could secretly go to the Imperial Kitchen to grab something to eat.
At night, since she’s small, stealing a bit of food shouldn’t be a problem.
But during the day, she’s not sure how that would go.
There was some unease and fear in her heart, but it couldn’t overcome the cravings in her stomach.
Jun Ning crawled through a dog hole out of the Cold Palace, then used her small size to her advantage, slipping unnoticed into the Imperial Kitchen.
The Imperial Kitchen was busy preparing lunch for all the palaces, bustling with activity. No one noticed that a two and a half-year-old little kid had sneaked in.
The little kid ducked under the counter where the finished dishes were placed. Taking advantage of the inattention of those around, her tiny hand reached up to the counter and swiftly snagged a chicken leg from a plate.
She sniffed it and exclaimed silently, oh, this chicken leg smells so good!
Jun Ning swallowed her saliva and quickly took a big bite.
The fragrant, tender meat slowly chewed and melted in her mouth, sliding down into her stomach.
She wanted to eat more.
Once again, while everyone was distracted, Jun Ning grabbed another chicken leg from the plate and hid under the counter, gobbling it up with big bites.
The cook beside the counter looked at the plate of chicken legs and murmured with a frown: "Why do I feel like there are fewer chicken legs?"