A Record of Lin'an Cuisine

[Save the Date: "Splash the Cash! I Use a Spending System to Conquer a Dogblood Novel"] [Song Dynasty Street Life] Only after Heng Manniang died did she learn that she was merely a supporting character in a son-in-law novel. Her husband, Yin Hanyu, had married into the Heng family and risen to success on the strength of its fortune. He was the novel's protagonist. The massacre that wiped out her family and her own death had merely been stepping stones for her heartless husband to climb higher. Reborn, Heng Manniang had two things to do: first, kick her faithless husband to the curb and never take another live-in son-in-law. Second, run the Heng family's tavern well and bring honor to her family. And so, at the Heng family's tavern, bamboo shoots were tender and bright green, crisp and fresh; roast chicken hung from iron hooks, its honey-colored skin dripping with fat; shrimp marinated in wine sat in amber-colored sauce, rich with the aroma of fermented wine; and little square pastries rose soft and fluffy, sweet and tender in the mouth. Yin Hanyu had a nightmare. In it, he was faithless and heartless, and met a miserable end. As he lay dying in the dream, he swore that if he could live again, he would cherish his wife. When he awoke, he waited and waited, but the marriage recruitment event he remembered never came. --- New novel, "The Tyrant Regretted It After She Faked Her Death," please add it to your library --- Shi Nanyuan was the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom of Yin. After the kingdom fell, her father, consumed by greed for power, offered her to Emperor Li Yan of the Great Jin. Li Yan had won countless battles and was the stuff of nightmares for the Kingdom of Yin. His fearsome reputation could stop children from crying. To survive, Nanyuan had no choice but to give herself to him. Li Yan was always cool toward her. His long fingers held her chin as his narrow phoenix eyes studied her, his deep gaze full of menace, as though she were insignificant prey. “Don't get any ideas.” Nanyuan said nothing, lowering her neck meekly. She had other plans. At an autumn hunt, Nanyuan, who had prepared for this moment, finally found her chance to fall from a cliff and escape with the help of her servants. At first, Li Yan treated her as a plaything to amuse himself. Gradually, he came to enjoy watching her cry and beg for mercy: her almond eyes clouded with tears, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and her soft, boneless body. He told himself she was nothing more than a lowly palace maid. But on the day she jumped from the cliff right in front of him, Li Yan clutched the hair ribbon she had left behind and coughed up blood. Please visit the author's profile and add it to your library. Completed work: "Bianjing Food Journal," ready to read. Please add the author's profile to your library. Theme: Daughters should be self-reliant, earn their own living, and provide for themselves