11-Year-old Hu Xiaohe woke up and was transported to the Zhenguan period.
There was no system, no golden fingers, only a pancake shop on the verge of bankruptcy that took her in.
Hu biscuits are as hard as rocks? Add tahini!
Is your business being squeezed by your peers? Get a membership!
Is the military ration too unpalatable? Develop nutritious compressed cakes!
From a small stall in the West Market to the first cake in Chang'an, Hu Xiaohe used a piece of Hu cake to leverage the entire Zhenguan Dynasty.
Just——
"Xiaohe, Li Sanlang from the mutton shop next door is here again."
"What did he say?"
"He said... Today's bread is particularly delicious."
Hu Xiaohe blushed.
At this moment, what she didn't know was that Li Chunfeng from the Taishi Bureau was staring at the star chart and frowning:
"Is the person who shouldn't be here... Finally going back?"
