Shen Wan, a modern-day Michelin-starred chef, suddenly finds herself transmigrated into the body of a poor farm girl in ancient times.
Her predecessor was tormented to death by her aunt, leaving Shen Wan with nothing but a drafty shack, a little brother who’s skin and bones from hunger, and a death warrant in the form of greedy relatives showing up to “eat the family out of house and home.”
Shen Wan sneers. “You want to play family infighting with me? Sorry, I wield a wok. My hands are steady, my knife is quick, and my heart is ruthless.”
Her aunt tries to steal the land? One slap sends her packing!
The village chief’s son tries to take advantage of her? Time to try out my sons-for-life kick!
The whole village is waiting for her to starve? Shen Wan sets up a stall, and one bowl of wontons fills the whole street with their delicious aroma. Soon, she’s raking in the money.
She just didn’t expect the cold-faced hunter to set his sights on her on her very first day at the stall.
She offers him a bowl of hot soup. “Want to try some?”
He silently takes it, and from then on, never leaves her kitchen.
Later, the villagers watch with their own eyes as Shen Wan buys houses and land, opens a chain of shops, and even earns the county magistrate’s praise as a “female God of Wealth.”
The people who once bullied her end up kneeling at her door, begging her to spare them a meal.
A chef-goddess proprietress × a doting hunter, bringing you the ultimate thrill of “making money while dishing out sweetness, and slapping faces while building a fortune”!
Leaning against her husband, Shen Wan leisurely shells sunflower seeds. “You used to ignore me. Now I’m out of your league.”
The cold-faced hunter lowers his head and kisses the top of her hair. “Of course, my lady is always right.”
Tags: ancient farming, transmigration, feel-good, face-slapping, building a fortune through food, sweet romance
