Yu Sheng encountered a hellish start as soon as she traveled through time. On her wedding day, her home was ransacked, her newlywed husband was imprisoned and his leg was broken, all the men were exiled, leaving a group of old, weak, sick and disabled looking at her helplessly.
Okay, isn't it just feeding eight people? It's simple.
Yu Sheng rolled up her arms and sleeves, and the ancient version of Northeastern cuisine was born.
Ground three delicacies, pot-wrapped pork, goose stewed in iron pot, eggplant stewed with potatoes.
Looking at the small restaurant with people coming and going, Yu Sheng smiled slightly,
There is no stomach that cannot be conquered by Northeastern cuisine.
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Everyone says Lady Yu from Yuncheng is a legendary figure who can stew all things in an iron pot.
The people are kind-hearted and the craftsmanship is good, and the key dishes are cheap.
Looking at the long queue at the door of Zhuantianxia, Shendu fell into deep thought.
Everyone said they liked Yu Sheng's cooking, but why were all the people queuing up in line young and unmarried?
Mission: Optimism and hope for survival from desperate situations
