I Run a Street Stall in the Modern Era to Feed My Whole Family in Ancient Times

Qian Xinghua, 52 years old, is a widow who holds her whole family together through years of famine.

The ancestral iron wok in her home somehow lets her transmigrate to the modern world every night at midnight.

Other people transmigrate to find romance. She transmigrates to run a street stall: by day, she leaves the whole internet drooling, and by night, she carries food back to ancient times to feed her entire family!

In the Great Yong dynasty, famine has sent grain prices soaring. Her daughter-in-law is frail, her five grandsons are starving, and her son has been stationed on the frontier for three years with no word of whether he is alive or dead. Just as Qian Xinghua is worrying over the nearly empty rice jar, she steps across the stove and tumbles into a modern night market.

Don’t know how to scan a QR code? No ID card? You think twenty-eight yuan for a bowl of noodles is too expensive?

The old lady rolls up her sleeves. “Robbery, is it? I can make money too!”

The aroma of firewood-cooked wontons fills half the street. People queue for two hours for wild mushroom soup. When she opens a jar of seven-day braised broth, food bloggers are won over on the spot. Someone accuses her of using gutter oil? She livestreams the cooking. A chain restaurant chef comes to cause trouble? He finishes eating, then carries his bowl over and begs to be her apprentice. Big money wants to buy her recipes? The old street’s stall owners all rally behind her!

She makes money in the modern world to buy grain, and sells mountain delicacies from ancient times for cash.

One iron wok, trading between two worlds.

At first, all she wanted was to make sure her family had enough to eat. Who knew that as she kept running her stall, she’d end up feeding an entire ancient village and turning the whole modern old street into a sensation?

Qian Xinghua waves her spatula. “Eat first! Whatever it is, we’ll talk after we’ve had our fill!”