Don't Bring the Pot, Bring the Food (Cooking)

Yun Yue is the undisputed queen of the food street. She can fry pancakes, make French fries, and even cook sugar into little pictures when she has nothing else to do.

Just as she was enjoying making rice balls, the pushcart she depended on for her livelihood was confiscated by the city inspectors. With a giant rice ball half-finished and customers clamoring for food, Yun Yue blacked out and unexpectedly transmigrated to an unknown dynasty.

She opened her eyes to streets without a hint of delicious food, and got straight to work.

Don’t worry, Mom, Dad, and my younger siblings. Give me a wok and I’ll make stinky tofu, grilled cold noodles, grilled gluten, grilled potato skins, fried chicken cutlets, egg waffles, wonton noodles, beef brisket noodles, hot and sour noodles...

Yun Yue: Hello, I run a breakfast shop, a lunch and dinner restaurant, and a late-night food stall.

Her younger siblings, once skin and bones, grew plump and healthy, while her parents, once pale and emaciated, gradually grew stronger too.

Once business takes off, picking up a handsome amnesiac man to help out and attract customers wouldn’t be a bad idea.

But when the man regained his memory, he brought ten thousand taels of gold to her family and asked for her hand in marriage.

Yun Yue exclaimed, “I kindly gave you a meal, and now you want to be the lady boss?!”

Theme: I build my fortune with my own two hands