I Was Flirting with the Male Lead When I Transmigrated into a Book

Blurb: I woke up one day and found that I had transmigrated into a fantasy novel called Sword Pointing to the Immortal Path. Transmigrating into a book was bad enough, but I wasn't the heroine. And if I wasn't the heroine, I was apparently the wicked supporting female character who caused endless trouble and did every evil deed imaginable.

First, she drugged the male lead and tried to seduce him, but failed. Then she repeatedly framed the heroine. When she was found out, she was expelled from her sect. Finally, she conspired with demons to harm the heroine, and the male lead killed her with a single sword strike.

One second, I was lamenting the miserable life of this idiot character. The next, I had to face an incredibly awkward situation.

That's right. I think I just drugged the male lead...

Coming soon: A Taste of the Good Life

Food blogger Lin Sheng transmigrates back to ancient times. Not only is her old house falling apart and her family dirt poor, but there's an old person lying in bed and a little one sprawled on the floor...

There's no time to sit around feeling sorry for herself. She rolls up her sleeves and gets ready to return to her old line of work, earning enough money to get by.

At dawn, in the waterside town, fine dishes are like poetry.

Everyone in Jiangdu knows that the new little restaurant on Wutong Lane is so popular that getting a table is nearly impossible.

Emerald pear, jade melon, rose dew, honey-date cakes.

Lotus leaves fresh with morning dew, glutinous rice wine, sweet-and-sour carp, amber candy.

The food at the little restaurant is delicious, and the proprietress is a great beauty with snowy skin, lovely features, and a gentle voice!

People say that just one bite of the restaurant's food is enough to make all your troubles disappear for the day!

A young county magistrate named Mei Jinan has arrived in Jiangdu. The new magistrate is handsome and elegant, with an extraordinary air about him, but he's an out-and-out workaholic.

Mei Jinan thinks his subordinates have been getting lazier by the day. As soon as lunchtime arrives, every last one of them vanishes. The county office is buried under a mountain of complaints, and he alone is left working away while eating cold rice and dried vegetables. But since most of them have families to go home to while he has no one waiting for him, he turns a blind eye.

One day, Mei Jinan runs into the whole group at the little restaurant on Wutong Lane.

Under the cold, stern gaze of their superior, who has grown much thinner since arriving in Jiangdu, the group rubs their round bellies and ingratiatingly says, "Sir, the food here is especially delicious. Why don't you try some?"

Mei Jinan glances at the young, beautiful proprietress, then sweeps his robe aside and sits alone at a table. He thinks, What could be so good about the snacks in a shabby little lane?

After finishing a huge serving of glutinous rice cakes, red pepper fish, pepper-salt duck, emerald pears... and a pot of osmanthus wine, the proprietress brings him a cup of tea. Her eyes curve into a smile. "Sir, how does it taste?"

Mei Jinan takes the tea and sips it, his expression unchanged. "Acceptable."

At the other table, people whisper, "Good heavens, the magistrate ate so much today!"

Theme: Keep striving, be self-reliant