The Chief Minister Climbs the Wall Every Night: Hungry! Feed Me!

She wakes up as a farm girl. Her mother is a widow whose husband recently died, and her little brother is crippled and bedridden.

First, the village thugs try to prey on the family because they have no male heirs. Then, villains deliberately set a fire amid a disaster. In a single night, the Qin family is left in ruins.

Qin Wan stroked her tearful little sister's hair as she sniffled. “Why are you crying? Big Sis is here.”

A month later, a food stall opened in the northern part of Ningyuan County.

As the moon rose over the willows in the western street's night market, the scent of spicy and sour river-snail noodles, crispy stinky tofu, duck blood vermicelli soup, and more drifted for miles.

The owner of the northern food shop waved customers away. “Quick! We're closing early today. Lady Qin is packing up!”

Madam Li, who only ate shark fin and bird's nest in public, told her maid, “Buy extra river-snail noodles from the Qin family's food stall. Keep it quiet.”

The prefect of Yunzhou hosted Lu, a high-ranking court official visiting from the capital:

“Please, my lord, try this. It's the famous crispy stinky tofu from the Qin family.”

Lu Xiu, aloof and refined with a discerning palate, glanced coolly at the table and swept out of the room.

At dusk on the last day of the month, the western street's night market was packed with people. With a sizzle, a newly hired cook at the Qin family's food shop dropped black tofu into the wok.

Qin Wan handed over a pair of protective sleeves. “Put these on, or the oil will splatter on you.”

“Mm.” His voice rang as clear and cool as jade striking stone.

The prefect watched from afar, breaking into a cold sweat.

The man in a court hat, possessed of a refined beauty that made all others pale, was standing at the wok and frying stinky tofu with effortless grace. Who else could it be but Lu, the high-ranking court official!