Mr. Shouxian Climbed over the Wall Every Night: Hungry! Rice Rice!

Once dressed as a peasant girl, her mother is a newly widowed husband and her younger brother is a lame and paralyzed child. In the past, thieves in the village devoured the family, and in the later, a traitor set fire to it. Overnight, the Qin family was devastated. Qin Wan rubbed the hair of her tearful sister and said, "Why are you crying? Sister is here." A month later, a food stall was set up in the north of Ningyuan County. At the West Street Night Market in the Moonlight, spicy and sour snail noodles, crispy stinky tofu, duck blood vermicelli soup... The fragrance spreads for miles. The owner of a restaurant in the north of the county waved away customers: "Hurry! We will be closing early today, Mrs. Qin is closing down her stall!" Mrs. Li, who only eats shark fins and bird's nests in public, asked her maid: "Buy more of the snail noodles from the Qin family's food stall, quietly." The prefect of Yunzhou hosted a banquet in honor of Lu Zaizhi, who came from the capital: "Sir, please use it. This is the famous Qin family's crispy stinky tofu." Lu Xiu, who was dignified, cold and picky, glanced at the desk and left. In the evening at the end of the month, at the bustling West Street Night Market, with a bang, the newly hired chef of Qin's restaurant removed the black tofu from the frying pan. Tan Wan handed over the sleeve smoothly: "Tie it on, don't splash oil." "Yeah." His voice was as clear and cold as broken jade striking stone. The prefect saw this scene from a distance and broke into a cold sweat. The man wearing a crown and hat, with an aristocratic face that made people and gods angry, standing in front of the oil pan and frying stinky tofu with flowing water, who is it but Lu Zaizhi!