** [Transmigration + Food + A Slow-Blooming Romance] With nothing but a recipe book, she turns her noodle stall into the best in the eastern part of town.**
Lin Xiaoman transmigrates into a poor family in ancient times. Their home is bare, and she starts with only half a sack of buckwheat flour.
She has no System and no golden finger. All she has is a recipe book her mother left behind and a pair of hands skilled at kneading dough.
Beneath the old locust tree on East Street, she starts with a bowl of plain noodles:
In spring, she serves them with apricot blossoms; in summer, she makes mint; in autumn, she gathers osmanthus; in winter, she pickles cabbage.
The things on her windowsill grow from one to thirteen. Her customers go from neighbors to merchants, and her noodle stall grows from a way to scrape by into a thriving livelihood.
Mr. Shen from Yizhen Studio is always bringing her things.
Osmanthus jam to go with pastries, sesame to bring out the flavor, and notes that say, “Let the yam paste cool before kneading it in.”
He never says he likes her. He just lets the jars on her windowsill go from one to two, standing side by side.
** [A Note for Readers]** This is a very slow-paced story, gently simmered over a low flame. There’s no face-slapping or catfighting, just the warmth of everyday life and a love that grows little by little.
