The imperial chef Lin An transmigrated. When she woke up again, she had become a poor nobody abandoned in North America by her money-grubbing mother.
She had also been mocked and ganged up on by a pack of young punks for chasing after men and acting like a lovesick puppy. They said she was ungrateful and should take a good look at herself.
Newly arrived Lin An: ???
She was chasing men? Acting like a lovesick puppy? What a joke! A man wasn't even as important to her as a single vegetable!
Nobody knew that Lin An, the imperial chef, was a genius and an utterly obsessive madwoman. In her previous life, she'd defied the emperor for the sake of the finest ingredients, and ultimately been beheaded by him.
But she had never regretted it. As far as she was concerned, if she couldn't get the finest ingredients to cook with, life had no meaning at all. A beheading would be a more satisfying end!
As Lin An wondered how to bring herself to a satisfying end if this world had no top-quality ingredients, a System voice suddenly rang in her mind:
[Hello, Host. I am Reputation System No. 1001. I've detected your intense desire, and our plane can provide you with “top-quality ingredients.” Complete your tasks and raise your reputation to claim them.]
[Issuing one beginner task and one beginner reward.]
[Beginner reward: 30 ultra-delicious white radishes from the Interstellar Gourmet Farm. Not yet claimed. Would you like to claim them?]
Lin An: ???
Claim them! Claim them! Right now! To hesitate for even a second would be disrespectful to top-quality ingredients!
Looks like Lin An has made it again.
*
Then, one day, someone noticed...
At the entrance to Hollywood, an Eastern girl had somehow set up a little stall and was livestreaming herself selling boxed meals!
This was right outside Hollywood, the gathering place of Hollywood celebrities!
But that wasn't the point. The point was that the people crowding around her and fighting to buy boxed meals included Hollywood's hottest young stars, famously picky film directors, and stunning actresses with impossibly high standards. Everyone watching was dumbstruck.
Users of TT, a popular livestreaming platform overseas, said: [Oh my gosh, so this is the charm of top-quality ingredients from the mysterious East? It looks delicious! I'm leaving for China today. I wonder if I can try some there?]
Chinese viewers watching the same livestream replied: [Don't come, you won't be able to get any. What we want to know is, do any of you overseas viewers live near that stall? Could you help us get some ingredients and send them to China?!]
We live in China, yet we're drooling over Chinese food overseas like a pack of dogs. Unbelievable! Of course, that's not the point either. The point is, how on earth can we buy those top-quality Chinese ingredients? When are you coming back to China to build a farm for top-quality ingredients, streamer?
*
Hugh Webster had always been arrogant. With his stunning looks, he was unbeatable in the social world of fame and fortune.
Even when he ventured to Hollywood alone, nothing could stand in his way. He reaped the benefits of his good looks, shot to fame in no time, and became the exclusive spokesperson for all the major luxury brands. His face was plastered across every giant billboard on Wall Street.
But just when Hugh thought he'd always been lucky, a deliberate “accident” found him. A screw on a piece of equipment on set came loose, and it fell from above, striking his face. Blood poured everywhere.
He survived, but his face was ruined. A huge scar ran from the corner of his eye to his chin, hideous and terrifying.
Just like his life, he had gone from heaven to hell in an instant, with no time to brace himself.
All his former glamour had vanished like smoke. His so-called “friends” avoided him, and the enormous penalty for breaching his contracts saddled him with debts he could never repay in his lifetime.
He wanted to die.
At one point, Hugh really did think so.
But as he curled up in some dark corner, clutching a small knife and brooding over the quickest way to end it, a somewhat familiar figure walked toward him.
She paused as she passed, as if thinking something over. In the end, she said nothing, only placing two warm meat buns and a packet of tissues in his hands.
“It's cold out. If you cry for too long, even your tears might freeze. Wipe them away. I think you need these.”
At that moment, Hugh didn't know what came over him. The tears he'd been holding back suddenly spilled over, and he instinctively clutched the hem of the stranger's clothes, refusing to let go. His voice hoarse, he begged:
“Could you... take me with you? I...”
He still seemed to want to live, but no longer knew what it meant to be “alive.”
And that person was none other than the Eastern girl he'd once despised: Lin An.
The ordinary person he'd once taken her for was now his eternal goddess, Lin An.
Theme: Good food deserves to be cherished, and it knows no borders.
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