Chen Si, a modern cook, died suddenly after staying up late and became a clerk in Bianliang. His soul traveled through the Qingli period. Tokyo is prosperous and bustling, but there is not even a decent shakobi here. He started by making a batch of thin crispy biscuits and setting up a stall on Pan Lou Street. The envious peers tripped each other up, the gangsters set up schemes to swindle money, and the world of the Northern Song Dynasty was lacking in cooking skills. Is there no room for real food? Watch him use fireworks to break the situation, open restaurants, make inventions, write storybooks, and sell new tea. There is no system, no magic skills, just want to live a good life. But in the depths of the market, undercurrents were surging, and the affairs of the court, the salt transportation policy, and the spies of Xixia were all stirred up by his bowl of soup cakes.
