Feng Yiyi went straight home upon reaching the village entrance.
Grandma saw her return and was curious: “Yiyi is back!”
“Yeah! Went to the mountain edge; nothing there, so I came back early. Didn’t go deep into the mountains.”
Grandma worriedly said: “That’s good. With last time’s experience, don’t go deep into the mountains again. No little fox to guide you!
By the way, where’s the little fox? I didn’t see it!”
“Grandma, don’t worry about it.
It’s a wild animal; doesn’t like being tied down at home. It probably went out to play.
When it wants to come back, it will. Don’t mind it!”
Grandma nodded.
Feng Yiyi saw it was still early, changed clothes, and said to Grandma: “Grandma, I’m going to town to buy some things!”
“Okay, go early and come back early!”
Feng Yiyi first went to the butcher shop. Zhang the Butcher saw the girl who wanted sausage and was delighted.
“Girl, what are you buying this time?”
“Uncle, buy some ribs, pork belly, and some sausage!”
“There are two sets of sausage this time; take them all!”
“Uncle, I’ll give you 20 wen for this sausage.
From now on, 10 wen per set; keep all the intestines for me.”
“Good!”
The butcher was thrilled inside; usually, these sausages were thrown away, worthless.
Now selling for money—great!
“Uncle, I’ll leave the stuff here first; after buying other things, I’ll come back for it!” Feng Yiyi said.
“Okay, rest assured! Not a gram less with Uncle!” Zhang the Butcher said.
At the herb shop, Feng Yiyi bought more seasonings, then took the meat and rode Liu Er’s ox cart…
Back home, she washed the pig intestines over and over until spotless.
Then blanched them in hot water, rinsed off the foam, added ginger slices, and boiled them…
While adding firewood to the stove, she thought: This spicy sausage must be sold on the street first; once the people like it, the recipe can be sold to restaurants.
But sausage is different; it gets greasy when cold.
Best to cook fresh; needs a flat pan or griddle.
“Oh my god, don’t I have a solar outdoor griddle?
That was a prize from an event; used it once camping with friends.”
She quickly took the solar griddle from the space with her mind.
Feng Yiyi muttered: “Griddle, I’m counting on you to start my business.”
She quickly took the spicy sausage ingredients from the space.
Suddenly, the space system beeped.
System: [System upgrading, system upgrading! Requires 24 hours.]
Feng Yiyi wondered what good things the second upgrade would bring.
From this system, getting things always requires work; no free lunches.
“System, what’s different this upgrade?”
System: [After reaching level 5, a points redemption system appears on the computer screen. Want something? Redeem with points.]
Feng Yiyi beamed, “So if I want to eat something, I can redeem with points!
After redeeming, first a roast chicken, then some braised pork, and for Grandma, some lamb chops.”
System: You might as well eat me.
Afraid you’ll get lazy; the chicken is raw; lamb chops too—cook yourself. System has tons of recipes.
Feng Yiyi pouted, “Then instant noodles, sausages, bread, and milk should be there.”
System: [Packaged items are available.]
Feng Yiyi’s face brightened like summer weather.
“How to earn points?”
System: [Heal the sick! Punish evildoers, rid the people of harm, etc., get corresponding points.]
[You can also sell space-grown veggies and herbs for points.]
“Got it; upgrade yourself.”
Feng Yiyi motivated, added more firewood.
She muttered: Spicy sausage is best with beef intestines.
But in this era, oxen are for plowing—precious! Pig intestines are fine…
In Feng Yiyi’s space, there’s a herb field; in the northwest corner, an empty plot where she plants veggies—pure organic.
Chili, scallions, potatoes, tomatoes, etc.
Space preserves; ripe veggies last a year without spoiling.
Feng Yiyi took out scallions and chili, started chopping.
Crushed some garlic, sliced some.
When sausage boiled, cut into pieces.
Put in a basin, add Korean chili paste, chili powder, minced garlic, sesame oil, soy sauce, MSG, pepper, a bit of molasses.
After marinating, Feng Yiyi poured beer in the pan and started frying.
She thought: After frying today, tomorrow morning go to town to sell; in space, it stays fresh.
At market, reheat and sell.
In this small town, markets have ready wooden platforms.
Next morning, Xiang Qiao came to find Feng Yiyi to buy salt in town.
Feng Yiyi carried a basin of sausage, tools; Xiang Qiao helped with the griddle. Rode Liu Er’s ox cart to the town market.
Market in town center, near good restaurants.
Feng Yiyi set up the griddle, turned it on, scooped sausage onto it, flipped with a spatula.
Soon, aroma wafted everywhere.
“So fragrant! What is that smell?” a woman asked.
“Yeah, too good! Never smelled this before!”
“Let’s buy some; see what it is?”
Two women approached Feng Yiyi.
“Girl, what are you selling? Is it good? How much?”
Feng Yiyi skewered two pieces with toothpicks, handed them over.
“Sister, this is spicy sausage. Try it; a box is 15 wen.”
“Sausage, pig’s stinky guts? Don’t fool me; pig intestines stink, but this smells great!”
The women took it, bit in—oily, so fragrant.
Never eaten anything this delicious, just a bit spicy.
“Sister, pair it with rice.”
“Good, one box!”
“Me too!”
Feng Yiyi packed two boxes.
Selling like this: one buyer, others follow.
After selling one pan, she added more to the griddle.
At the opposite Fumanlou restaurant’s private room, a richly dressed man in black.
He wore a white jade crown, strikingly handsome, chiseled features.
Sword brows, slanted phoenix eyes, cold and aloof yet domineering, with world-conquering aura.
None other than the emperor’s youngest brother, 17-year-old War God Prince, Prince Xuan Long Xuanling.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man, the restaurant manager Uncle Li.
Uncle Li saw the prince staring outside, looked too.
He saw people queuing to buy a girl’s pan-fried food.
With keen eye, he hurried out.
When seen again, he was in line…