As the Second Miss of the Murong family schemed to make someone fall into the water, I was busy eating fried chicken and scrolling through my phone. When I opened my eyes again, I was a drenched, food-obsessed ancient version of myself in the arms of the heir to the Prince of Zhennan. I worked myself to death in my past life, so all I want now is to slack off and eat. The capital's noblewomen laugh at my shameless antics, but I turn around and open a food street that makes a fortune every day. The young lord coldly kicks over the food box I sent him. “Don't think you can sully this young lord's good name with such tricks.” The next day, he climbs over my courtyard wall. “That spicy jerky... do you have any more?” Then, at a palace banquet, a prince of the Turks slams the table and declares, “This delicacy must be brought back to the grasslands!” The young lord suddenly threatens me. “Explain yourself. Who exactly are you?” I blink. “If I say I'm a fairy here to save your stomach... would you believe me?”
