I went to the sea to catch king crabs on a rainy night, but when I woke up, I was starving to death in an ancient fishing village.
Looking at the moldy bran cake on the stove, I silently took out the modern seasonings in my bag.
When the younger siblings buried their faces in the milky white fish soup, the parents cried: "Eat the food given by the gods!"
I taught the villagers how to turn poisonous sea urchins into delicacies, and led the hunters to discover the delicacies in the mountains.
The village chief asked in a trembling voice: "Girl, are you sent by the Mountain Goddess?"
The countdown to the 100-day time travel begins. I want to turn this poor mountain village into a paradise that stays open at night.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
