Ruan Qingwu, a three-Michelin-star chef, died because a fellow chef was jealous of her.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become the twelve-year-old darling of a poor farming family in the Great Yan Dynasty.
Her family was so poor they could barely scrape by? No problem. She had bound herself to a food System.
Mission: Sell fifty bowls of scallion-oil noodles within three days. Reward: tomato seeds.
Ruan Qingwu rolled up her sleeves. "Grandpa, get the fire going. Dad, knead the dough. Fourth Brother, chop the scallions. Third Brother, go drum up some business!"
The whole family pitched in, and their little stall was up and running.
From a bowl of scallion-oil noodles at the village entrance to a restaurant in the capital.
Before long, everyone in the capital knew that the young lady at the Ruan family eatery made food so delicious it practically melted on your tongue.
No one knew that the handsome "guard" who frequented her shop was actually the reigning Prince Chen.
Prince Chen had the same headache every day: How could he get her to sell fewer dishes to everyone else and make them just for him instead?
It's okay, bland, but many places are repeated. What I just said before will be said again in the next chapter.
I have been "eyes red" 🤦🤦🤦
Just do what you love with 100% enthusiasm, and over time it will turn into a talent! 🌞