[A word of caution: This is a slow-paced story about everyday life and running a business, with gradual development.]
No golden finger that makes the heroine rich overnight, and no powerful nobles taking what they want by force.
How does an ordinary craftswoman in ancient times build a shop, step by step, starting with a street stall and nothing but her own two hands?
Fifteen-year-old Lin Yuhuan is skilled at making traditional pastries.
She has a round, egg-shaped face and bright, almond-shaped eyes, and she loves wearing fresh, brightly colored new dresses.
In spring, she makes green rice cakes and mugwort-scented sachets; in summer, she steams cool mint cakes.
In autumn, she bakes walnut and chestnut pastries; in winter, she makes brown sugar honeycomb cake.
She changes the menu to match the twenty-four solar terms and the rain, snow, and sunshine, making just two or three things each day. Once they're sold out, she pushes her cart home.
He Rufeng is a tall, armed officer from the capital's patrol station. He is serious and steady when patrolling the streets and solving cases, but in private he has a weakness for soft, sweet treats. After he stops by her stall to buy a pastry, the two become regulars, then become each other's most dependable home and refuge.
From an outdoor cart to renting and buying a storefront, choosing employees, getting married and having children, and expanding into the neighboring shop with a tea room.
Life simmers gently over a low flame, with warm food and comforts in every season.
I'll give you five stars first. I came from the dental clinic. Come on, author.