After Reincarnating as an Ancient Foodie, I Opened a Food Market

Transmigrated as a useless young master?

My foodie's spirit sets the court ablaze! A workaholic forensic examiner transmigrates into the body of a starving young master. With a gourmet System that can detect poison and trace its source in one hand, and a crime-scene reconstruction function at the touch of a button in the other, he's about to lure a princess with sweet-and-sour ribs when a corrupt minister turns his plans upside down. Who would have thought the sweet and gentle cook would whip out saltpeter to make ice, then lift her iron wok and sneer, "I'll do the cooking myself. What can you do about it?" When the whole city starts setting up stalls and getting rich with us, the prime minister cries in prison, begging to join in: "Please use hot pot base to interrogate the prisoners. It smells so good!" System notification: Congratulations, Host, you've achieved the accomplishment of overturning a feudal dynasty with grilled cold noodles!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.