The Two Hundred and Eighty Pound Fat Girl and Her Five Husbands

When the thought crossed Lin Zaozao's mind, she couldn't help but shiver involuntarily. Whether before or after her transmigration, she was just an ordinary commoner.

But she couldn't help but worry that someone of high status or significance would come into her life!

Because Lin Zaozao's intelligence really couldn't handle it!

Although she was greatly shocked inside, she dared not show any extra expression on her face. She turned around, holding the fish fillet and cleaned it.

As Lin Zaozao returned to the stove with the fish fillet, she looked at the wood-burning stove and was momentarily at a loss.

Because she, who grew up in the city, had never used a wood-burning stove before!

Just as Lin Zaozao was somewhat helpless with the firewood in her hands, her fourth husband, Ruo Qiu, walked straight to the stove and lit the fire.

"Ruo Qiu, thank you!"

Lin Zaozao stood behind Ruo Qiu and sincerely expressed her gratitude.

But when she looked up and saw Ruo Qiu, who had no reaction at all, she suddenly remembered that Ruo Qiu couldn't hear any sound at all.

Looking at Ruo Qiu's handsome face, Lin Zaozao couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

He was so good-looking, and if it weren't for his inability to hear, he wouldn't have to marry someone like her, who was ugly and foolish!

Shaking her head slightly, Lin Zaozao was about to step forward to help when Ruo Qiu gently pushed her out of the kitchen and busied himself with cooking the fish.

Standing outside the kitchen, Lin Zaozao watched Ruo Qiu skillfully prepare the fish and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, with her cooking skills, mistaking salt for sugar, she would surely ruin those four fish. Moreover, the seasonings here were limited, and besides boiling fish fillets in plain water and adding some salt, she really couldn't think of any other way to cook fish.

So, regardless of whether Ruo Qiu could hear her or not, after sincerely thanking him, Lin Zaozao headed towards her own room.

Today, she had already helped Gu Shan transfer the toxins and illnesses. So, who should she help next to relieve their poison and pain?

With that in mind, Lin Zaozao shifted her gaze to Ji Fantian, who had been sitting quietly under the eaves.

Ji Fantian was so good-looking, and if she helped him cure his eyes as soon as possible, he wouldn't have to suffer and stay in this dilapidated courtyard.

Most importantly, this guy despised her so much. Since he despised her so much, it was awkward for him to stay here forcibly.

They say that forcibly obtained melons are not sweet, but she didn't even know if the melon was sweet or not.

Unfortunately, her intuition told her that from the behavior and demeanor of her five husbands, each of them was not a simple character.

If her intelligence was not enough and she had dealings with influential figures, she was afraid that her life would be in danger.

To be honest, Lin Zaozao felt a bit sorry for herself when she saw these five extraordinary gentlemen staying in such a dilapidated courtyard. If she could help them get rid of their ailments and restore their health as soon as possible, she would personally write them a letter of release, granting them their freedom.

Once they were gone and had regained their health, even if they didn't express gratitude, at the very least they wouldn't harm her.

After they had all left, she could start afresh and find a few ordinary men to lead an ordinary life. In truth, that would be quite nice.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Zaozao disregarded any embarrassment and walked straight up to Ji Fantian, seizing his hand.

"Ji Fantian, I have amazing fortune-telling skills. In gratitude for fetching water for me earlier today, I will now offer you a free divination!"

With a disdainful expression, Lin Zaozao ignored his objections and tightly held his hand, beginning to transfer his ailments to herself.

In just a moment, a dark force moved from Ji Fantian's hand and transferred to the palm of Lin Zaozao's hand.

Seeing that she had successfully transferred his ailments, Lin Zaozao let go of his struggling hand and gave a silly smile to Shangguan Fantian.

"How about it, Lin Xiaohua? What did I divine for you?" Ji Fantian wiped his hand in disgust and raised an eyebrow, asking in a deep voice.

"Fantian, from now on, call me Lin Zaozao. As for what I divined..."

Lin Zaozao cleared her throat, straightened her chest, and squinted her eyes, pretending to be serious.

"This divine seer foresees that within three months, your eyes will undoubtedly regain their sight. However, there is one necessary condition: you must not despise me. If you continue to disdain me, I guarantee you'll be blind for the rest of your life."

"Oh, is that so?" Ji Fantian smiled lightly.

"Of course! Can an honest and modest person like me deceive you? You go on with your business now! I'll return to my room."

With that, Lin Zaozao swiftly headed to her room.

In her haste, Lin Zaozao failed to notice the faint smile that crossed Shangguan Fantian's lips. What she saw in his eyes was more of scrutiny.

Ji Fantian raised his hand and felt a slight alleviation of the pain in his body. Who exactly was Lin Zaozao?

Though visually impaired, he knew every move and action of Lin Zaozao as if it were a mirror reflection. With just a simple grip of his hand, she managed to alleviate his pain.

Could it be? Was she a disciple of a reclusive master? Or perhaps she was playing the role of a tiger in sheep's clothing?