Raising Cats and Walking Dogs in Ancient Times [Gourmet]

Ning Lan's parents divorced when he was young, but he was doted on all the same.

Aside from eating and drinking, he had no hobbies.

He belonged to a sexual minority, had been single since birth, and had never tasted either the sweetness or bitterness of love.

Then, in a single moment, he transmigrated into the body of a pitiful child with no parents, who suffered endless abuse.

Zhang Jiuru was the dynasty's third-place palace-examination graduate, and had come out to his family.

Cast aside by his clan, he was exiled to a remote little town to serve as a low-ranking county official.

These two people, so mismatched in every way, were brought together by fate because of a cat.

One started from nothing, growing fruit trees and building workshops to lead the whole village to prosperity.

The other controlled floods, stopped plagues, and worked tirelessly for the people.

They met and came to understand one another, going from admiring each other to supporting each other.

The above is something I racked my brains to write just to make this blurb look longer. The silly author really only wanted to list some dishes:

Sophora leaf noodles in cold broth, poria cakes, plum blossom sugar cakes, almond cream, braised pork and baked buns, eight-treasure cakes, steamed sweet fermented milk, five-spice ginger, air-dried fish, old friend rice noodles, air-dried pork, honey-glazed pastries, tea-soaked rice, polygonatum fruit, steamed pork with rice flour, hotpot, golden marrow fritters, fish cooked in wine, pomegranate powder, radish tangyuan, Yunsi cakes, and lots more. Take a look for yourselves!

P.S.:

1. There is no third gender. It's a sweet story with no angst.

2. The court is not involved.

***************Please check out my upcoming novel, Those Years I Spent as a Monk****************

Lu Shiyi was an unlucky person, born in a small village outside the capital.

While most mothers carried for ten months, his mother carried him for eleven, nearly dying before giving birth.

The day he was born, a thunderbolt from the sky struck and killed the thousand-year-old sacred tree in the village temple.

On his first birthday, his father took him out and fell on level ground, injuring his leg.

On his second birthday, his grandfather took him along and had his arm injured by rocks tumbling down the mountain.

On his third birthday, his second uncle refused to believe in the bad luck and took him to the market, where thugs broke two of his ribs.

As he grew older, the harvest from the family's dozens of mu of peach trees got worse year after year. They had once been fairly well-off, but soon they could barely make ends meet.

At last, his grandfather, father, and uncle discussed it and sent him up the mountain to become a monk.

One year, two years, three years... It wasn't until Lu Shiyi had been on the mountain for nine years that his master passed away.

The villagers: It had finally happened!

Lu Shiyi could only purse his lips helplessly. His master was already one hundred and eight, okay? He had died of old age.

But the villagers were right about one thing: he really was different from everyone else. He could see things other people couldn't, and inexplicably attracted all kinds of eerie beings...

Theme: When life is good, make the most of it.