Yao Jinyin choked to death on a plain steamed bun.
In her previous life, she was a little beggar in the cultivation world who never knew where her next meal was coming from. After fighting tooth and nail to join an immortal sect, her very first meal became her last.
When she opened her eyes again, the bun she had taken a bite out of was hovering before her, cursing her out:
“I just awakened, and you already took a bite out of me?!”
Yao Jinyin stared at it expressionlessly, then glanced around her dirt-walled house, bare of everything, and down at the cotton-padded jacket she wore, patched over and over.
A disastrous start.
Worse still, she had awakened a Food Spirit Root, completely useless in an era of hunger and want.
After three seconds of silence, she got up, found a rope, and headed for a crooked tree.
“I’m starting over.”
“Wait!!” The bun flung itself at her and clung to her sleeve. “I’m the System! I’m your golden finger! I can help you get rich!”
Yao Jinyin stopped and looked down at the plump, white bun.
She licked her lips, her eyes reddening. “But... I’m hungry right now.”
Bai Xi: ...
Didn’t you just take a bite out of me before you died?
In this era of hunger and want, everyone laughed at Yao Jinyin for wasting her money on sugar and oil, things that could never fill her stomach. They said she would starve to death sooner or later.
But as time went by, people began to notice something strange.
That little girl, skinny as a stick, was slowly filling out, her complexion better than anyone else's.
Later, she opened a tiny pastry shop on the busiest street corner in the county.
No one had high hopes for this orphan girl who could barely feed herself.
Until one day, passersby were caught by an irresistible, sweet aroma.
Meat floss cakes today, snowflake crisps tomorrow.
All kinds of novel treats no one had ever heard of.
But once people stepped inside, no one ever left empty-handed.
Business kept booming, but the staff noticed that the proprietress was always running into the kitchen, where she would stay for half the day.
Whenever she came out, her face was flushed and radiant.
Someone with a keen eye spotted the “helper” in the kitchen:
Delicate skin, refined features, so handsome he didn't look real.
Before long, everyone knew that the proprietress of the pastry shop spent every day gnawing on a man.
From his neck all the way up to his face.
They say that before she started gnawing on him, the man would close his eyes in despair every time:
“Have you decided what pastry to make today? If you're going to use me as your test subject again, I... I'll run away from home!”
Theme: Strive for a happy life
