A Guide to Raising a Second-Generation Emperor

[Female Lead's Version]

Born into a distinguished family of scholars, Zhong Wanwan expected to pass the imperial examination, rise swiftly through the ranks, and realize her grand ambitions. Instead, she was assigned to the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, where she was put in charge of the imperial family's meals.

The Court of Imperial Sacrifices' Assistant Minister is no low-ranking post, and it comes with plenty of perks. It would have been an ideal position, except this emperor seems impossible to please.

The emperor, huffing angrily: Wanwan, I must have bubble tea today!

Zhong Wanwan: Your servant can find pearls, milk, and tea, but what are they when combined?

The emperor, excitedly: Wanwan, autumn is here. I want to go to the Kingdom of Dali and eat black truffles!

Zhong Wanwan: Last time, you and the young lord Duan ate wild mushrooms and hallucinated, insisting that little people were dancing on your hand. You nearly got my entire family executed.

The emperor, sniffling: Wanwan, I-I just want some shredded potatoes with hot and sour sauce...

Zhong Wanwan: Forgive my frankness, but potatoes and chili peppers won't reach China for at least another five hundred years. There's plenty of vinegar, though. Shall I serve you a bowl to satisfy your craving?

The emperor: Wanwan...

Zhong Wanwan, fuming: Why does the emperor keep longing for food that doesn't even exist yet?

Oh, it turns out he's a second-generation transmigrator!

[Male Lead's Version]

My goals include not just the stars and the sea, but also peanuts, melon seeds, spicy potato chips, cola, bubble tea, spicy hot pot, potato chips, cake, chocolate, beer, duck neck, grilled lamb skewers... and, of course, the most delicious Wanwan.

Theme: Remember how hard it is to come by every bowl of porridge and every grain of rice