Gourmet Girl: Becoming a Royal Merchant Started from Selling Buns

"Miss Su?"

"Miss Su!"

Su An opened his eyes in disbelief as he heard the constant urging voices in his ears.

At this moment, she was standing under the spotlight, with the familiar kitchen workbench in front of her. There was a jar of Shaoxing wine on the stove, emitting a mellow aroma.

Su An was very familiar with this taste, it was Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, which is known as the king of Fujian cuisine.

"Miss Su, is the dish you're going to make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall this time?"

The host's voice came from the side, and Su An came back to his senses. He looked down at the things in front of him, his heart tightened, and he felt both secretly happy and regretful.

She thought she was doomed to die, but unexpectedly she was returned to the modern era, just when she was participating in the food competition!

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is the essence of Fujian cuisine. It has a mellow flavor, is tender and smooth, meaty but not greasy, and tender but not rotten... Miss Su is truly confident in choosing to prepare such a dish at this time!"

The host was still chattering, but Su An felt that the world in front of him was becoming clearer and more real.

The previous lingering and incurable illness seemed like a dream.

Dissipated without a trace.

Su An's heart began to pound.

She is really back!

"You're wrong. I'm not going to make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, I'm going to make soup dumplings."

Su An looked up at the host in front of him and suddenly spoke.

When she said this, the host's face immediately changed. He turned off the microphone and scolded her in a low voice.

"Su An, what nonsense are you talking about? What soup dumplings? Didn't we agree that you should make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall? Don't forget the script!"

As soon as she finished her threat, she saw Su An had already taken out wheat flour from the side and was ready to start kneading the dough.

"Are you crazy? If you don't follow the script, you won't be able to participate in the rest of the recording! Stop right now and do it again!"

Su An paused.

The host thought his threat had worked, and before he could smile, he saw Su An reaching out to him.

Are you going to fight just because of a disagreement?

The host was a little nervous, but she didn't expect Su An to feint and directly turn on her microphone.

White flour fell onto the microphone and the host had no time to stop it.

Seeing that his trick had succeeded, Su An raised his eyebrows, and then his clear voice spread throughout the recording room.

"The delicacy I want to make this time is soup dumplings. It's a seemingly ordinary food that can be found almost everywhere in life. The reason I chose it is because I had a very long dream..."

In the dream, there was a mother who could not read or write but was hardworking and loved her, a second brother who had a weird temper and liked to act like an adult, and a third brother who was full of clever ideas but very reliable at critical moments.

And there is that sweet little baby who follows her around all the time, calling her big sister "big sister" all the time.

And...that man.

We have been separated for thousands of years, and I am afraid we will never meet again.

Bah, bah, bah, now that you’re back, what else is there to think about?

Su An shook his head and focused all his attention on the soup dumplings in front of him.

Soon, plump white soup dumplings took shape in Su An's hands.

The soup dumplings were soon placed on the steamer, and Su An took this opportunity to turn around and secretly wipe away a tear.

After a few minutes, the soup dumplings were ready.

"It seems that Miss Su has learned a new skill in her dream. Let me try it!"

The guests can't wait.

The trembling soup dumpling was punctured, and the bright soup slowly flowed out. An overbearing and rich aroma immediately swept the entire recording room.

Looking at everyone's intoxicated expressions, Su An suddenly started to lose focus for some reason.

They seemed to have the same reaction when they ate soup dumplings before...

The other side of the long river of time.

In the backyard house, facing the tearful and nervous gazes of the crowd, Xie Qingfeng shook his head.

The lamp is out and the oil is exhausted, there is no way to save the situation.

"How could this happen! Damn Xiao An!"

Li Guihua staggered and fell to the ground. When she looked up again, her face was covered in tears.

She grabbed Su An's already cold hand.

"Damn Xiao An, how can you just leave like that?"

Su Yan supported Li Guihua, tears falling from his eyes. He knelt in front of the bed and cried uncontrollably.

"Sister! I don't want you to leave, sister!" Little Su Yue threw herself to Su An and also sobbed heart-wrenchingly.

Even Su Jiang, who had been resisting, had tears in his eyes. He pursed his lower lip tightly and lowered his head silently. Soon, there were some water stains on the ground.

Xie Qingfeng was silent for a long time. Looking at Su An lying silently on the bed, he couldn't help but turn his head away.

"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God. Please accept my condolences."

……

"These ordinary soup dumplings can also taste like this, it's absolutely amazing!"

"Zhiwei saw it, it's really wonderful! Miss Su is really good at cooking!"

After tasting the soup dumplings carefully, everyone immediately praised Su An's soup dumplings.

Although delicacies are rare, being able to make soup dumplings to such a high level shows Su An’s superb skills.

There is no doubt that Suan's soup dumplings have won everyone's favor.

The recording ended quickly and Su An won a great victory.

"Su An! It's Chef Su!"

"Chef Su, you're amazing! I'm your fan, can you sign an autograph for me?"

As soon as she stepped out of the recording room, Su An became flushed and dazed, staring blankly at the sound of shutter clicks in front of her, and the endless flow of flowers and praises.

Isn’t everything before her exactly what she expected before traveling through time?

Let your cooking skills be recognized by everyone and become a well-deserved chef!

But now...

Su An's eyelashes trembled and drooped. In a trance, he seemed to hear the voices of Li Guihua and others.

"Xiao An——!"

"Mom..." Su An's eyes turned red and he turned around subconsciously, but what he saw was the dazzling flash of light.

……

The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and a figure wrapped in cold air interrupted the sorrow in the house.

The master is back!

Xie Qingfeng's expression changed, and he quickly went forward.

Fu Zhun's face was pale and cold, and he was much thinner than a few months ago, with a bloody smell all over his body.

"Antidote."

His eyes fell on Su An, who had his eyes closed and was unconscious. His breathing became more and more disordered, and he handed the brocade bag in his hand to Xie Qingfeng.

I am still late!

"Make sure to save her!"

Xie Qingfeng did not dare to be negligent. He immediately checked the antidote and gave it to Su An.

But Su An's pale and cold face did not change at all.

Xie Qingfeng reached out and held Su An's slender wrist, frowning tightly, and finally put her wrist down and put it back in its original place.

Su An's breathing in the room was getting weaker and weaker, almost stopping.

"It's too late. The poison has penetrated into my bones, and no medicine can cure it..."

These words struck everyone's heart hard. No one knew who started it, but the sound of crying spread softly in the room.

"There is no cure?"

Fu Zhun's throat rolled with difficulty. He stared at Su An lying on the bed, his brows and eyes, tired from the wind and frost, slightly flushed.

"Impossible, this antidote can clearly cure the poison, you can treat it again!"

"No matter what, we must make her wake up—"