Food Across Two Worlds: Selling Fried Rice Noodles on Yanhebei Road

He's sick. He should just stick to selling his fried noodles and stop chasing girls, acting like a sugar daddy or a simp. It's disgusting. You just write random, disjointed pieces all day long. If you can't keep writing, then stop. It's all just filler.

This is really neglecting your duties; the more you write, the more disastrous it becomes.

Once you grow your business, you need to have reliable supply channels, otherwise you'll get caught.

Hopefully, it won't end as abruptly as other novels; I've only finished one book about the Northwest.

It's been three days; they should have entered the palace by now. I'm leaving!

The writing is getting increasingly boring; you can read it or not. Since I've stopped updating, I'll just stop here.

The beginning was quite good, but it got increasingly boring towards the end.

Update more!

Author, I've given you all my monthly votes! Keep it up!

Why not properly research and develop the therapeutic effects of otherworldly foods and medicines, instead of just eating until you're stuffed and then going to get organ transplants? The otherworldly cuisine was selling like hotcakes, but then they abruptly canceled everything for an international competition, and the family abandoned them...