Going Back in Time to Open a Street Food Stall

Tang Zunyue transmigrated to ancient times.

A drunkard for a father, a Voldemort for a mother, younger siblings who throw tantrums and roll on the ground, and a broken-down him.

Ignoring the chaos at home, Tang Zunyue picked up his old trade to support himself. He set up a street food stall in the city, serving teppanyaki, grilled gluten, oden, spicy hot pot, grilled cold noodles, scallion pancakes, hawthorn cakes, spicy river snails... He kept reinventing his menu, adding new dishes all the time. He had more varieties than the women a rich young rake in the city went through.

The city folk patted their cheeks, now a size rounder from all the food, and loosened their belts. Ahem, they could still eat...

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The fifth son of the Xiao family had passed by the food stall for the fifteenth time. He looked unhurried and carefree, his clothes fluttering as he cut a dashing, unrestrained figure, his whole manner as clear and fresh as a breeze.

Tang Zunyue finally couldn't hold back and spoke up. "Young master..."

The fifth son of the Xiao family turned his head and revealed a handsome smile, as lovely as the moon nestled in one's arms.

"There are signposts around the city. If you're lost, you can follow one..."

Xiao Wulang's smile froze.

"And..."

Tang Zunyue glanced at the row of carriages parked along the road, at the faint silhouettes of men and women behind their curtains, then at the pile of handkerchiefs and sachets tossed in front of his stall.

He pointed at the hawker selling handkerchiefs, who was glaring at them. "Would you mind moving over a little? Over that way."

Xiao Wulang: "…"

Fake rake, real innocent seme X calm, slow-on-the-uptake ge'er uke

PS: An imaginary ancient world with men, women, and ge'ers.

Content warning:

There will be children later on. Basically, it's a slice-of-life story about running a food stall, selling delicious food, and living a good life in ancient times. Kisses!

Theme: Good food should never be passed up.