Lady Lin’s Everyday Life in Ancient Times

Lin Wu transmigrated into a novel and was forced to be a mere onlooker of the entire story, only truly becoming the owner of this body after the curtain fell. Having regained her freedom, she only wished to find a quiet corner, live as an ordinary person on the streets, eat and drink well, and pass her days in peace. However, a great fire tied her to a child of unusual identity, and the two began a life of upheaval and flight. She erased her past and opened a tiny food stall in a distant land— All kinds of steamed buns, stuffed pockets, flatbreads… With a pair of skillful hands and a few ordinary flour-based dishes, she supported the two of them day after day. In the eyes of outsiders, she was merely a widow with better cooking skills, raising a child on her own. She only hoped this child—who was not ordinary to begin with—would grow up safely, and preferably become a little more ordinary, just a little more ordinary. Yet the capital changed in the blink of an eye, and old acquaintances came searching from afar. A young man in luxurious robes walked straight through the worldly hustle and bustle toward her food stall, utterly out of place with his surroundings. “Sir, the buns and pancakes are just coming out of the steam and need to be queued for. There are many customers ahead, so please wait at the back,” Lin Wu said without lifting her head, swiftly opening the steamer basket. The young man in brocade and jade was stunned for a moment, then silently turned around and walked to the end of the line. No matter how turbulent the outside world became, she only kept to her small stove, year after year, in safety and peace.