[Transmigration + food and business + taking on a wicked stepmother + protecting her younger brother + loyal, rugged hero + helping the whole village prosper + no storage space, no System]
Modern pastry chef Jiang Tang opens her eyes to find she has become the eldest sister in a poor mountain village, where she starved to death in ancient times.
Her mother died young, her father favored others, and her stepmother hid fine flour and eggs under the bed. Her own children got special meals every day, while Jiang Tang and her younger brother had to survive on half a burnt sweet potato.
Her stepmother cries that she stole food?
Jiang Tang calls the village head right over and has the grain bins opened, the rooms searched, and the remaining food weighed in front of everyone!
They want her to admit she was wrong? Fine!
First, they can account for every grain of food, every dowry item, and every life they’ve taken from her over the years!
She fights for food, establishes a household in her own name, takes on local bullies, and opens a pastry stall.
The wild chestnuts, sweet potatoes, and coarse grains everyone else looks down on become exquisite pastries that people in town fight to buy once they’re in Jiang Tang’s hands.
Someone smashes her stall, and she makes them pay until they’re ruined.
Someone steals her recipes,
And she comes up with a new pastry on the spot that no one can imitate.
When the landlord tries to cut off the whole village’s livelihood,
She joins forces with the villagers who once helped her to open a workshop, so they can earn money and share the profits together.
As for Lu Changeng, the solitary hunter everyone fears,
He is born with tremendous strength and speaks little. He can carry a hundred-jin stone mill by himself, but he doesn’t dare tell Jiang Tang that what he wants most in this life has never been fame or riches.
It’s her, Jiang Tang, whose single stolen glance is enough to sweeten his heart.
Years later, a royal purchasing envoy arrives in Huai Creek Village and declares it the sole supplier of pastries to the imperial household.
Everyone who used to bully Jiang Tang is red-eyed, crowding outside her workshop and begging her to give them a way to make a living.
Jiang Tang opens her ledger and smiles faintly.
“You want a taste of Tang’s pastries? Fine.”
“Pay back what you owe me first.”
