Su Qin traveled through time. Good news: She was the World Baking Competition Champion in her previous life. She is a master in the art of fondant and can knead dough with precision down to the gram. Bad news: She is now a poor girl who can't even afford flour. She also has three hungry siblings at home. Su Qin looked at the leaky roof and wiped a handful of ashes from his face: It doesn't matter, as long as I still have my hands, I can create a sky in this ancient capital! No oven? She built the earthen kiln with her own hands and controlled the heat precisely; no butter? She stirred it a hundred times with her bare hands, and managed to create a texture as light as a cloud. When the first batch of "Butterfly Cake", which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma spread across three streets, came out of the oven, all the children in the slums burst into tears. Later, a strange snack shop appeared in the capital. The dim sum there is not sold by the pound, but by "artwork". Someone ridiculed: "It's just some flour dumplings, how dare you sell it for such a high price?" As a result, the eldest princess looked at the lifelike fondant peony screen that looked like real flowers, and spent a lot of money on the spot: "This is not a snack, this is my favorite!" The cold and aloof little Marquis originally disliked sweets, but after taking a bite of Su Qin's hand-made "Sea Salt Cheese Pastry", he silently became a regular customer of the dim sum shop, queuing up at the door every day. Everyone: Did you agree not to eat sweets? Where is your moral integrity, Lord Marquis? Little Marquis: Can integrity be as fragrant as the dough kneaded by Miss Su herself? Su Qin: Thank you for the invitation. I am in the capital. I just got off the earthen kiln. My current goal is to spread the dim sum throughout Daqing!
