Opening a Night Market in Ancient Times

Can someone tell me what’s going on? I was eating night-market food with my family, so how did I end up transmigrating? And into some unfamiliar dynasty with no connection to history at all. How am I supposed to show off the scraps of historical knowledge my geography teacher taught me? Why am I so unlucky? They say ancient times were backward, with too little food and clothing. Getting to eat rice or crayfish would be nothing but a dream. A poor little modern girl like me definitely can’t handle the hardships of the ancient world. Waaaah! I cried for an hour and wore myself out. I’ll take a nap first!

Huh! Am I dreaming? Isn’t this the same night-market street that got me into trouble? Why is there nobody here? People scaring people half to death is no joke! Suddenly, some music scared me so badly I almost went to play mahjong with the King of Hell. Looking closer, isn’t that a sound system? Waaaah! Dad, Mom, little brother, where are you?

Shen Father: “Huan’er, get up. I made you something delicious.”

Shen Huan: “Dad, are you sure what you’ve put in my hand is the delicacy you mentioned?”

Looking into Shen Father’s kind and earnest eyes, Shen Huan was speechless. No wonder the restaurant had no customers.

Shen Huan: “Mom, can you get me some underwear?”

Shen Mother: “Huan’er, what’s underwear?”

Shen Huan was floored!!!

The man said gently, “Little Huan’er, when are we opening a night-market branch in the neighboring countries?”

Looking at the devoted golden retriever of a man in front of her, she said, “That can wait. First, tell me when you found out my secret, or the wedding’s off.”

Lamb skewers, grilled fish, all kinds of delicious cold dishes, stir-fries, and draft beer, bring it on! A whole spread of fruit and snacks! Bring out the ultimate weapon, the sound system, and let’s get this plaza dancing!!!