The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant’s Two-and-a-Half-Year-Old Daughter

Chapter 3: I’m So Hungry

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

D*mn transmigration to h*ll.

When other people transmigrated, they became young ladies and princesses, and they would have hot meals to eat.

As for her, she was dressed as the child of a servant girl from The Cold Palace, a two-and-a-half-year-old brat. In order to survive, not only was she forced to act like a boy, but she also had to go hungry all day.

Even though it had been almost a month since she transmigrated, Jun Ning still found it hard to accept.

At this moment, her stomach growled again.

Jun Ning was even more upset now. She was about to whine when she remembered her mother’s words. If she did not want to die, she had to act like a boy every day. She was not allowed to act coquettishly or act like a little girl. Thus, she shut her mouth, suppressed her pretentiousness, and continued to behave like a boy.

“I… I want to eat fried chicken, roast duck, chicken legs, pig trotters, hot pot, cake.”

‘I’m so, so hungry. There are so many things I want to eat.’

However, in the current situation, he could only think about it.

Qiong Hua heard Jun Ning mumbling to herself, but she could not make out the words. She placed both hands over her belly.

“Yiyi, what are you mumbling about?” Qiong Hua asked. “Are you hungry?”

Qiong Hua took out some cornbread as she spoke and stuffed it into Jun Ning’s hand. “If you’re hungry, eat this.”

Jun Ning looked at the hard cornbread in her hands, and tears began streaming down her face.

This thing was as hard as a rock. Could it really be eaten?

Jun Ning really did not want to eat, but she was so hungry that she could swallow a whole cow. So, she took a bite of the cornbread with tears still in her eyes.

‘Oh my God.’ How hard is this cornbread?

She almost hurt her teeth with the effort but still failed to bite off a chunk.

Jun Ning returned the cornbread to the woman and said, “Mother, you can have it. I’m not hungry.”

The woman glanced at her, shook her head, put away the cornbread, and continued to work.

Jun Ning pointed to the area beside them. “I’ll go play over there then.”

“Be careful. Don’t go too far,” Qiong Hua said. “Make sure I can see you.”

“Alright,” she said. Jun Ning nodded and left.

She was looking for something to eat, but The Cold Palace was filled with either crazy concubines or overgrown weeds. What was there to eat?

After pondering for a while, Jun Ning decided to sneak out to find something to eat.

In the few days following her transmigration, she had not cared about living in mud. She had figured out that The Cold Palace was not far from the imperial kitchen.

Whenever she had no food, she could secretly go to the imperial kitchen to steal some food.

She could do so at night as she was small. Stealing something to eat would not be too hard.

However, if she went there during the day, her attempts might not be successful.

She felt a little uneasy and afraid. However, in the end, her hunger proved to be too great.

Jun Ning crawled out of a small hole in The Cold Palace’s compound, then sneaked into the imperial kitchen. She took advantage of the fact that she was small and undetectable.

The imperial kitchen was currently busy preparing lunch for the various palaces. No one noticed that a two-and-a-half-year-old kid had quietly barged in.

The child approached the chopping boards where some dishes sat ready for serving. When the people around her were not paying attention, she reached out her small hand and nimbly took a chicken leg from one of the plates.

She sniffed. ‘Oh, this chicken leg smells so good!’

Jun Ning swallowed and took a big bite.

She slowly chewed the fragrant and tender meat. She felt it dissolve in her mouth and reach her stomach.

How satisfying!

She really wanted to eat more.

Jun Ning took another chicken leg from the plate when no one was looking. She hid under the chopping area and began to eat it in big mouthfuls.

One of the cooks examined the plates and muttered with a frown, “Why do I feel like a chicken leg is missing?”