One Box of Pork Trotter Rice, and Little Sizi Can't Stop Drooling!

I’m Lin Wan, an utterly ordinary office drone. My biggest dream is to pay off my Huabei balance. Then one day, a ghost claiming to be a princess of the Tang dynasty snatched my pork rice bowl…

“How dare you, commoner! I’m not a ghost! I’m Princess Li Mingda of Jinyang! What kind of celestial delicacy is this ‘takeout’? It smells ten thousand times better than the roast leg of lamb in the imperial kitchen!”

“Celestial delicacy? It’s thirty yuan a serving, plus two yuan for delivery. You’re cute, so I’ll give you the friends-and-family price: one gold bean per meal, same price for all ages.”

“It’s a deal! I’ll go back to the palace and have Father melt down a whole jar of gold beans for me. Tomorrow I want those bright red fried chicken wings with just a little bit of spice!”

And so Lin Wan was forced to start a food delivery business spanning a thousand years. Plastic lunchboxes were mistaken for magical artifacts, cola was hailed as nectar, and spicy strips became the finest delicacy of all… Watching the balance in her account keep rising, Lin Wan fell into deep thought: Have I ruined the Tang dynasty’s standards for food?