MTL - Kitchen Xiuzhen - Chapter 5 [5] "French fries"!

Civilization is destroyed and records lost. Only Dudian survives in a cryogenic sleep. Three hundred years later, Dudian wakes up and must become Dean to survive. Who can he trust in this world overrun by monsters without and within?

After Bai Yin’s mother passed away, her father quickly brought his mistress and illegitimate daughter to the family home, while young Bai Yin was sent to live with her grandmother in the countryside.Years later, the family brought Bai Yin back home. Everyone assumed that she, having grown up in the countryside, would be unsophisticated and unable to fit in with high society.But no one expected the stunning woman who stepped out of the car, wearing a light blue qipao embroidered with exquisite su embroidery peonies, with long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her delicate features were like misty landscapes, and upon closer inspection, her eyes and brows were breathtakingly beautiful.She even outshone her half-sister, who had already gained some fame in the entertainment industry.

Every story needs a great evil for the hero or heroine to defeat…

The wicked stepmother who torments Cinderella.

The fearsome dragon who kidnaps the princess.

The fake rich daughter who bullies the real.

An evil demon queen hell bent on destroying the world.

Yet sometimes these villains defeat the heroes.

Agent 214 has been tasked to enter these dangerous worlds and eliminate these evil villainesses before they have the chance to win.

But why is every story a little different than what it first seems?

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