When I Say Jianbing, You Say Yes!

Famous food blogger Wen Shaoyun transmigrates back to an imperial dynasty three thousand years in the past. The moment he opens his eyes, he finds himself imprisoned and enslaved by a barbarian tribe, with his life hanging by a thread. As luck would have it, he also meets a mysterious male prisoner.

Wen Shaoyun: "Brother, we're both prisoners. We can't just sit here waiting to die. Stick with me, and I'll lead us to fight our way out!"

As a captive, he has to serve meals to the barbarians every day. Wen Shaoyun discovers that they're incredibly primitive: they still eat raw meat and don't even know how to season food with salt! He's both shocked and disgusted.

You must be starving. Let me show you something good to eat!

While waiting for his country to come rescue them, Wen Shaoyun opens a stall in the barbarian camp to make a living and keep himself alive. He brings the mysterious prisoner with him and starts selling jianbing guozi.

Wen Shaoyun: "Brother, let's come up with a code. When I say 'jianbing,' you say 'want some.' Jianbing!"

Mysterious man: "Want some?"

"Louder! That's how we'll attract more customers! Jianbing!"

"Want some!"

Before long, word arrives from the front: the golden-armored cavalry has charged more than ten miles into barbarian territory. The barbarians have fled in disarray, and the captured citizens have been rescued.

At last, they were saved. Overcome with emotion, Wen Shaoyun put an arm around the mysterious man and said:

"I heard the young general who led the troops to rescue us is a marquis, and he seems to get along pretty well with the crown prince. Brother, we're saved!"

Mysterious man: "Is that so?"

Wen Shaoyun mused, "I don't know what we'll do once we get back, but with our skills, the two of us could definitely make a living running a stall. I'll take you with me and help you make it big, brother!"

The mysterious man nodded sincerely. "Sounds good!"

The young general who had come to rescue them rushed into the main tent. The moment he saw the mysterious man, he dropped to his knees and bowed deeply. "Your Highness, I was too late to save you!"

Wen Shaoyun: ???

We were all doing just fine being poor. Why did you have to get rich first?

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Word had it that the crown prince was enamored with the delicacies sold by common folk, especially the delicious street food from little alleyways, pushed around on carts. Wherever the cart went, the crown prince followed.

The crown prince cornered him in a dead-end alley and grabbed Wen Shaoyun by the wrist. "Didn't you say you'd take me with you and help me make it big? Why are you running?"

Wen Shaoyun: ...

Does that even make sense? My hotpot restaurant, teppanyaki joint, and open-air food stall: weren't you the one who invested in all of them?

And the thing is, I said I didn't want to open them, but you insisted. Then you even made me pay off my debt with my own body...

Wen Shaoyun scoffed. "Hmph. This young master sells his body, not his talent!"

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