Traveling to Xianyang City in the Qin Dynasty, I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back. I asked for tomato and egg noodles when I entered the store - there were none. Want steamed buns - not invented yet. If you want beef - if you slaughter farm cattle privately, you will be exiled. The store owner brought a bowl of corn porridge: Sir, I have this. I stared at the few grains of yellow rice in the bowl: Daqin's food was tougher than I thought.
