Siheyuan's God of Food: He Yuzhu

In the twelfth lunar month of 1950, Beiping had only recently been renamed Beijing.

Thirteen-year-old He Yuzhu woke on a freezing kang to the sound of his six-year-old sister sobbing. Their father, He Daqing, had run off with White Widow again, leaving only ten yuan and a thin sheet of paper on the table.

In his previous life, he became “Silly Zhu,” a pawn manipulated by everyone. Yi Zhonghai bound him for life with schemes to have him provide for his old age, and Qin Huairu drained him dry with her tears. In the end, he froze to death beneath a bridge.

In this life, when he opened his eyes, he found a brightly lit modern farmers’ market in his mind. The vegetables were fresh, the meat and poultry tender, and the seasonings abundant. Everything restocked automatically at midnight. There was also an entire wall covered in secret recipes from the eight great culinary traditions, from long-lost imperial dishes to legendary delicacies. It had everything.

“Heaven brought me back, not so I could be a fool all over again.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.