Bound to a Food System, I Set Up Random Stalls in Ancient Times

Zheng Mulan wakes up to find herself transmigrated into the body of a widowed sister-in-law in an ancient rural village. It’s hell mode from the start: a lame mother-in-law to care for, two younger brothers-in-law to support, and a mountain of debt hot on her heels. With a setup like that, who wouldn’t panic? Luckily, Zheng Mulan binds herself to the “Random Street-Food Stall System” and starts raking in money, building herself a fortune. Today she sells meat pies at the mouth of an alley, tomorrow she cooks wontons at the market, and the day after she’s grilling barbecue on Vermilion Bird Street. Her location is completely random, and new tasks keep appearing. She’s like an ancient version of a “culinary assassin”: once she’s sold out, she’s gone, never sticking around. Before long, her hooked customers are going completely crazy: “I got up at three in the morning to stake out a spot, and she’s moved again?!” “She was selling fried chicken yesterday, but today she’s vanished? Report her! We have to report her!” “Post notices all over the city: a huge reward for the young woman selling pork buns!” Until one day, Zheng Mulan is cornered at the mouth of an alley by a crowd of “regulars.” They glare at her. “Can’t you set up your stall in one place for once?!” Zheng Mulan silently pulls out a yin-yang hot pot and smiles apologetically. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. Tonight we’re having hot pot, and there’ll be plenty for everyone…” The customers weep as they swish tripe in the broth. “Please stop touring the whole city with your stalls! Our feet are practically shooting sparks from chasing you!” Zheng Mulan grins. “No way. Next stop: selling stinky tofu outside the magistrate’s residence.”