He transmigrated into the Tang dynasty as a fool in the Western Market, penniless and with nothing but a battered iron pan and half a sack of moldy flour.
Lin Yiming just wanted to make some money quietly, starting with paying off his debt of eight hundred cash to save his own skin.
But then...
“How do you make these egg pancakes? They’re ten times better than hu bing!”
“Bring me ten a day. No, twenty!”
“Boss Lin, the ladies of Pingkang Ward are asking for your pancakes by name!”
His egg-pancake stall took off. His business spread from the Western Market to Qujiang, and from Pingkang Ward all the way to the imperial palace.
His rivals went from street thugs to monopolizing tycoons, until even the powerful figures at court could no longer sit still.
“He’s just a pancake seller. How can he be made a marquis?”
Lin Yiming smiled silently, holding his iron pan.
Who says selling pancakes is all I can do?
I usually like to read this type of novels. The author writes very well, the storyline is not stupid, and I can also learn some knowledge. I hope the author will keep updating.