On the first day I traveled to the Tang Dynasty, I received a takeout order - the consignee was Li Shimin, King of Qin.
I have no money, no food, and I still owe two debts to the bullies in the West Market, but I have the "Datang Food Delivery System" in my mind. A bowl of soup will make the nobles in plain clothes stunned in the street; a pot of fried meat will fill half of Chang'an Street with an unheard-of burnt aroma.
During the Zhenguan period, there was no stir-fry, no braised food, and no red oil spicy food, and I happened to know all of them.
The stall became popular in the West Market. The creditor knelt down to pay back the money. Cheng Yaojin squatted in front of my stall and refused to leave. Even the nobleman who left the Chilong jade plaque looked back again and again. The family members control the lifeblood of grain and oil, and want to cut off my livelihood overnight? Then take a look, there are tens of thousands of mouths in Chang'an City, who can't live without whom.
From a small delivery man in the West Market to shaking up Chang'an's food scene and getting involved in the court affairs - I, Lin Yue, want to make a name for myself in the Tang Dynasty with my delicious food and make a name that no one can hold back.
