Song Shaoyin transmigrated one day into the body of a frail orphan girl, with nothing but bare walls and not a penny to spare.
There was only enough grain in the rice jar to fill her belly for a few days. Faced with the immense pressure of simply surviving, Song Shaoyin was glad she knew her way around a wok and could make a few simple dishes.
Fermented soybean paste, mandarin fish congee, and lamb-fat chive pancakes;
Meat preserved in brine, steamed vegetarian duck, and red-thread noodles;
Raw crab, Guanghan cakes, and Dongpo tofu;
Stuffed fish, hotpot, and candied kumquats.
The cuisine of China is endless. She only had to bring out a few dishes to make a fortune, going from a street vendor to the owner of a restaurant.
At some point, a private restaurant opened in Chunjiang City. The young proprietress had slender brows, a slim waist, and a lovely face.
At first, people thought she was all looks and no substance. Later, they fought over meals until they were red in the face, shouting that the food was delicious!
In spring, the second son of the Li family recovered from a serious illness, and Madam Li invited her to prepare nourishing meals for him at their residence.
In summer, the third daughter of the Shen family lost her appetite in the heat. The eldest Shen brother invited her to make a few appetizing dishes for his little sister.
In autumn, the Jiang family's old lady refused to eat, so a young master of the Jiang family invited her over to have a word with his grandmother...
Wait! Why was she supposed to persuade Old Madam Jiang to eat?
A certain young master surnamed Jiang smiled without answering. Song Shaoyin gazed at that handsome face and cried, "Good looks really are a menace. I've been fooled!"
Reading guide:
1. This is a fictional setting with many invented details.
2. Food and everyday life. Don't scrutinize the logic too closely.
3. Read for fun. Personal attacks aren't welcome, and there's no need to announce it if you drop the story.
Theme: Enjoy life.
