The moment she opened her eyes, Yan Yan, a top food blogger born in the 2000s with dual degrees in mechanical engineering and traditional Chinese medicine, found herself in 1977 as an eighteen-year-old girl from a family of calligraphers in Fushi.
Her father was a renowned scholar and teacher, and her mother was a legendary chef at a state-run restaurant. Yet the first thing she had to do after waking up was honor an “arranged marriage” and marry Gu Yuli, the refined, aloof regiment commander who had been parachuted in from the capital to the Ninth Regiment in An City.
Everyone said “one cannot disobey the wishes of one's ancestors,” until she unexpectedly bound herself to the [Portable Life System], gaining access to a massive modern storage space:
Snacks and drinks, fresh ingredients, mechanical tools, traditional medicine books, calligraphy treasures... It was practically a walking department store empire!
And so, life in this era took a whole new turn:
She transformed simple meals into state-banquet-worthy feasts with her cooking, cured his hidden old injury with acupuncture, casually repaired scrapped military machinery, and discovered a shocking secret in an antique she'd picked up for next to nothing...
Her calligraphy became an instant sensation, drawing capital-city scholars into a race to collect her work. A top ace from an interstellar squad chased after her mechanical blueprints, calling her “Chief Designer.”
At first, Gu Yuli thought he was simply fulfilling a marriage agreement.
Until he discovered that the little wife he'd brought home
could serve him a bowl of comforting homemade noodles when he returned late at night, talk fluently about intricate mechanical blueprints, hum a cheerful tune he'd never heard while writing in slender gold script, and even become the “favorite of the whole compound” among the soldiers and neighbors without anyone noticing.
Later, Regiment Commander Gu began having frequent “chance encounters” with rivals in love:
The genius engineer from the research institute next door wanted
