Lazy words

Lin Ziyin, modern day mechanical professor especially hired by the school, had the potential for great achievement in her field. However, due to family reasons, she could only treat her mechanical research and teaching as a secondary job, pouring all her energy into the farm and the food business before. Despite her low-key approach, she was unable to suppress her sister's rage, and a furious car crash sent her straight to ancient times.
Indeed, she had excellent character, so why did the heavens send her to the sparsely populated Northern Land. Known as the death zone, those who were banished to this borderland would spend their lives and perish there. However, Lin Ziyin was quite satisfied with her own identity. Even if she had lost the protection of her parents, she still had the protection of her siblings and grandfather. Of course, she also had her younger brother and nephew at home who needed her protection. This abundance of familial love was enough to compensate for the hardships caused by poverty at home.
Poverty, she wasn't afraid of, as she had experience in farming. With large swathes of uncultivated land, the Northern Land was practically custom-made for her. The heavy workload didn't matter either, she was proficient in designing all kinds of small tools. Whether it was the emperor's absurdity, not providing aid to the border king, or the shameless Tatars that would rob them frequently, none of these posed a problem for her. She could think of solutions for everything. It wasn't uncommon for the border king to tell everyone how lucky he was to have married such a wonderful queen!

The Princess of Northern Land

Having endured so much in North Country, Chu Suifeng finally arrived. Although the two had only been apart for a little over a month, Lin Ziyin felt as though she had left that man for far too long.


Yes, today in the restaurant, she had finally managed to make a connection with Chu Suifeng's people.


Deep-fried ice cream and "Birds Returning to their Nest," these two dishes were ones she had taught her own people to make, and no restaurants had yet introduced these new styles. If the names of the two dishes could still be called a coincidence, then the pinyin for 'Honglin' written on the menu left no doubt that the restaurant was backed by Chu Suifeng's people.


Because she had hope, the usually calm Lin Ziyin found it almost impossible to stay put.


That night, too excited to sleep, she tossed and turned in bed until the third watch of the night when she finally closed her eyes and drifted off.


Chapter 815: Connection (7)