Chang'an Fortune Guide (Gourmet Food)

Yu Xiaoman just took a nap in class. When he opened his eyes again, he arrived in the unfamiliar city of Chang'an. The emperor is wise, the economy is developed, and commerce is prosperous. Yu Xiaoman originally thought that he could just lie down and spread out while guarding his small shop. But she was told that her unreliable brother owed a huge debt and offended the big shots in the capital. None of the things brought back by the caravan could be sold. She had to get up and develop the menu. Spices were piled up at home, and Yu Xiaoman had an idea. Iron plate tofu, spicy bean curd sticks, red bean curd skin, and other spices all came into play, which fascinated the old gourmets in the capital, the foreigners doing business, and the young people from the Imperial College. I thought I would be able to settle down after making enough money, but the caravan once again delivered a letter. "The grapes are unsaleable, sister, help me!" Yu Xiaoman's breath was stagnant, and he gritted his teeth, picked up the kitchen knife and jumped on the carriage. She punches her own brother and stomps on corrupt officials. From spicy strips to pots, from small shops to big restaurants. The wine Yu Xiaoman brewed by herself convinced the Hu people in public and was chosen as a royal tribute; the Japanese repeatedly provoked her, so she personally prepared a table of dishes and ate them so that they had no time to talk. The restaurant became so famous that the Holy Spirit gave him a plaque with his own handwriting. And... The imperial edict granting marriage? —— The day after the news came out that the Holy Emperor was going to marry Yu Xiaoman, the emperor's businessman. Song Zhuo, the new top scholar in the imperial examinations, proposed to the Holy Emperor to marry Yu Xiaoman. He said: "I have admired Miss Xiaoman for a long time!" Everyone praised him as a genius and unrivaled in elegance. No one knows that when Song Zhuo was unknown, his parents passed away one after another, his hand bones were broken, and he was completely stepped into the mud. When he was determined to give up the imperial examination, he almost gave up everything. A young girl walked up to him carrying braised pork. She put down the casserole and bent down, picking up the muddy paper with her plain white hands. She said: "Your article is so well written!" *Easy daily articles on delicious food *The dynasties are fictitious and are all privately owned Purpose: Live happily every day