Food blogger Shen Qingsui transmigrates into the body of a widowed eldest daughter in an ancient village, where she faces three dilapidated rooms, an ailing father, and younger siblings crying for food. Her greedy uncle and aunt want to take the family’s property? She teaches them a lesson with a jar of homemade, pungent yet delicious fermented tofu! With nothing but bare walls and no way to make a living, she draws a line of diners from town all the way to the village entrance with a bowl of rice topped with fermented tofu.
But just as her business starts to take off, why is the gaze of the cold-faced veteran next door, who’s always coming over to mooch a meal, getting stranger by the day? They agreed to share a roof and get by without interfering in each other’s lives, so why has he handed her both the land deed and his heart?
“Qingsui, the shop is yours, and you’re mine.” Lu Chen wiped his knife, his tone calm. “Anyone who gives you trouble will have to answer to it first.”
Shen Qingsui looked at the spatula in her hand and the man before her, then sighed. It seemed life was about to get a whole lot more “flavorful.”
A lighthearted story of everyday village life, building a fortune through food, and how a jar of fermented tofu “ferments” a warm romance.
