[Transmigrate Into a Book + Tough-as-Nails Middle-Aged Woman + Unconventional Household Battles + Gourmet Food as an Overwhelming Advantage + The Irresistible Goodness of It All + Business]
Wang Xiufen, a 50-year-old university cafeteria worker, opened her eyes to find herself the 55-year-old matriarch of the Marquis of Dingguo’s household in the Great Jin Dynasty.
From the start, she landed in a total mess: the household treasury was empty, her awful daughter-in-law was embezzling money, and her spoiled eldest grandson complained that the food was too coarse and threw his bowl.
Wang Xiufen sneered, grabbed her iron ladle, and launched a “hands-on household overhaul”!
Her daughter-in-law played the poor victim? Wang Xiufen slapped down a double-entry ledger. “Fifty copper coins for a pound of cabbage? You think I’ve never bought vegetables? Get out and scrub the slop buckets!”
Her eldest grandson went on a hunger strike in protest? A pot of rice topped with crispy pork cracklings came off the stove. The boy wolfed down three bowls, then held out his bowl with a shameless grin. “Grandmother, is there, um, any more?”
To support the family, this first-rank noblewoman took to selling blind-box meals from a tricycle. The rich scoffed? Her competitors tried to crush her? She countered with VIP top-ups and a prize wheel, then demolished a century-old brand! With one big ladle, she outshone the Imperial Kitchen and took the crown at the state banquet!
Later, 500,000 enemy troops closed in. Wang Xiufen brought the production line to the front, and self-heating rice meals and canned braised pork had 300,000 soldiers drooling.
As the northwest wind howled, she stood atop the city wall, stir-frying a fiery, oil-rich hot pot base. The enemy troops, who had been chewing on dry rations for three months, were overcome with cravings. They threw down their armor and weapons and pounded on the city gates in the dead of night. “Matriarch, if we surrender, do we really get all the meat we can eat?!”
The emperor of Great Jin gazed at the spoils of war, tears in his eyes. “Matriarch, I’ll entrust all the relay stations and the imperial salt and iron industries to you…”
Wang Xiufen pulled out her ledger. “Sounds good. First, get in line. No cutting!”
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