From the Start, Facing Famine, I Feed the Whole Village with My Cooking

Other people transmigrate into palace intrigue or household drama, but I, Chen He, faced the threat of being sold by my parents for food on the very first day after transmigrating.

Looking at our penniless home and my three brothers, whose hungry eyes were practically glowing green, I silently brought out the secret weapon of a modern food blogger. When the aroma of the first scallion pancake filled our dilapidated hut, my parents cried as they tore up the contract of sale. "Daughter, our family is counting on you!"

From then on, everything changed.

Wild peppercorns became a "spicy sensation," the pickle crock became a "strategic resource," and our roujiamo stall became famous for miles around. The county magistrate solemnly declared, "Spicy rabbit heads must be listed as a strategic reserve for the village!"

I thought I was just making sure the whole family had enough to eat, but who knew that before long...

I had the whole village setting up a spice cooperative, expanded our food cart business throughout the surrounding countryside, and even made the county magistrate's brother-in-law my biggest fan.

Then a descendant of imperial chefs showed up at my door, an invitation to a poetry gathering arrived from the capital, and merchant ships from foreign lands brought mysterious spices...

I looked over the food empire I'd built with my own hands and scratched my head. Had I taken things a little too far?