Upgrade Your Stall-Setting Skills to the Divine Level and Blow up the Imperial City.

The oil pan sizzles. I stared at the churning fried dough sticks in the pot, my mind still digesting the information just now. Time traveled. For ten years in the apocalyptic wasteland, I died in the zombie wave. As soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, I arrived in this dynasty called Dayan. "Lin Xiaoqi! If your stall cannot pay the stall fee today, get out of here!" A fat man with a sinister face kicked over the stool next to me.