After transmigrating into ancient times and taking over a restaurant on the verge of closing, I have the whole city begging me to open up.
Bean buns are good; rich bullies are bad.
Trade restaurant meals for freedom, build dams to fund the imperial exams.
From the county exam to the provincial exam, from the metropolitan exam to the palace exam.
No matter how difficult the questions, he quashes them all with his bean buns.
Watch him climb from the very bottom, step by step, to the throne room.
And make those who looked down on him kneel and listen to every word he writes.
