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Xiao Yi became an orphan overnight and embarked on the road north to Chang'an.
In the great Tang Dynasty, the world was peaceful and the mountains and rivers were magnificent. In order to gain a foothold in the capital, Xiao Yi bought a house, a car and opened a restaurant. Innovation (gluttony) is her only pursuit, and there is nothing that food bloggers cannot do:
The long alleys of the market, the fireworks in the world, a glass of wine, do you want to eat grilled fish?
Humidity and heat are intertwined, everything is growing rapidly, life is boiling hot, will Liangpi come?
The autumn wind is blowing everywhere, the osmanthus flowers are in the sky, and the fragrance is deep. Do you want to drink milk tea?
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Has it become a famous check-in store in Chang'an? It seems that becoming a rich woman is just around the corner.
Xiao Yi: Blind date, breakup, separation, or farewell? Why does the style of painting look more and more like a late-night cafeteria?
Answer: When gathered together, they are fireworks; when spread out, they are the human world.
Well, to put it in human terms, Xiao Yi's daily entrepreneurial life in the Tang Dynasty was full of chaos.
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Reading description:
1. This article is casual and daily-oriented, with a slow pace. There are few treacherous and evil characters, and there is no space for fighting.
2. There is a male protagonist and an emotional line.
3. Food recipe reference network, the author has not practiced all of them.
4. Overlooking the Tang Dynasty
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"Can you please stop giving me dreams?"
Yao Yan was awakened by the same dream for three nights in a row, so he opened his eyes until dawn and weakly muttered to himself:
[Hey, can you please stop telling me dreams? I want to sleep.]
The cowardly voice in my head said coldly:
[No, they can find me as long as I'm here]
[Then can you not be here?
[No, your brain and I are symbiotic, even if I'm not around you...]
Help, I had known better not to go to the famous detective exhibition of the last century with my friends, but now I have to share my brain with others, Yao Yan cried bitterly. According to the unknown creature in the brain, the soul will dream because it has resentment. If the resentment does not dissipate, it will continue to dream...
Listen, is this human talk? That's right, these are no longer human beings.
Police station
Yao Yan: Uncle police, I have clues about Zhang Yan's disappearance.
Police: What? You say
Yao Yan: She was killed by her lover, balabala (a bunch of details about the crime)
The policeman's eyes became sharper and sharper: How did you know?
Yao Yan shows his cards: Zhang Yan gave it to me in a dream
Police:! ! ! You didn't take me for a fool, did you?
Yao Yan: Really, uncle policeman. Look at the dark circles under my eyes, it's been three days! ! She kept giving me dreams and wouldn't let me sleep.
Police: Where did the mental illness come from? !
Yao Yan's repeated magical operations made the policemen who believed deeply in Marxism-Leninism feel in a trance. There really is a soul that can entrust dreams... However, things developed more and more beyond her imagination. "Dream entrustment" involved a huge conspiracy.
Mission: Good food can soften the whole world
