After returning to the capital to farm, the abandoned concubine made a comeback.

Lin Qin finally gathered all the strange and unusual ingredients and concocted a dish she had never heard of before – “Spicy Crispy Pork”.

The golden, crispy outer layer encases tender, juicy chunks of meat, sprinkled with her secret spices—the aroma is simply irresistible!

On market day, as soon as Lin Qin set up her stall, the aroma filled the entire market.

People who were originally strolling lazily suddenly turned on their noses as if they had radar installed, and flocked to the source of the fragrance.

"What is this? It smells so good!" An older woman sniffed hard, her eyes fixed on the crispy pork on Lin Qin's stall.

"This is spicy crispy pork, Auntie, would you like to try some?" Lin Qin greeted her warmly.

The woman hesitated for a moment, after all, she had never seen this before, but the aroma was just too tempting, and in the end she couldn't resist and took out her money to buy a serving.

The aunt's eyes lit up after taking one bite.

"Wow, this tastes amazing! Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, spicy and delicious, it's so good!"

Once the first person to try something new was identified, others became even more eager to follow suit.

"Give me one!"

"I want one too!"

"And I!"

A long queue instantly formed in front of Lin Qin's stall as people rushed to buy the spicy crispy pork, afraid that they would miss out if they were a step too late.

"Delicious! It's so delicious! I've lived all these years and I've never eaten anything so delicious!" An old man exclaimed as he ate, clutching a small piece of crispy pork tightly in his hand, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

"Boss lady, how do you make this crispy pork? Teach me!" A young woman looked at Lin Qin with eager eyes, her face full of curiosity.

Lin Qin simply smiled and shook her head, "This is a secret recipe, and I will not reveal it to outsiders."

Seeing the endless stream of customers and the satisfied smiles on their faces, Lin Qin was overjoyed.

It seems that her "Spicy Crispy Pork" is destined to set off a culinary storm in this era!

In the distance, a figure with a gloomy face stared intently at Lin Qin's stall, clutching a half-eaten piece of spicy crispy pork in his hand...

"Hmph, nothing special!" Chef Qian threw the crispy pork on the ground and turned to leave.

Chef Qian returned to the restaurant with a gloomy face, growing angrier the more he thought about it.

How could a divorced princess create such popular food?

He's one of the best chefs in town!

He couldn't swallow this insult!

The next day, Chef Qian appeared in front of Lin Qin's stall again, but this time he wasn't there to buy anything.

He looked around and sighed dramatically, "Sigh, these young people nowadays, all they know is how to do fancy things, they have no real skills at all!"

Upon hearing this, the people around looked at Chef Qian and then at Lin Qin.

Lin Qin wasn't annoyed at all, and asked with a smile, "Chef Qian, what advice do you have for me?"

"I wouldn't presume to offer advice," Chef Qian said sarcastically. "I just think your crispy pork is nothing more than some low-class trinkets, only good for fooling these country bumpkins who've never seen the world."

The crowd immediately erupted in discussion.

Some people thought Chef Qian made sense, while others thought he was jealous of Lin Qin's business.

Seeing this, Chef Qian became even more smug and continued, "This crispy pork looks so oily. Eating too much of it will definitely cause indigestion, and might even give you diarrhea! I advise you to eat less of it."

At this moment, several "customers" clutched their stomachs and groaned in pain: "Ouch, my stomach hurts so much!"

"Me too, I feel like throwing up!"

"There's definitely something wrong with this crispy pork!"

Seeing this, the people around started to discuss it, and some even began to suspect that there was something wrong with Lin Qin's crispy pork.

Lin Qin remained calm. She walked up to the "customers" and asked with concern, "Gentlemen, are you really feeling unwell?"

One of them nodded weakly: "Yes, I feel like I'm about to die..."

Lin Qin smiled slightly and said, "In that case, how about I invite you all to the clinic to take a look? If it really is a problem with my little crispy meat, I am willing to cover all the medical expenses."

Upon hearing this, Chef Qian panicked.

He didn't expect Lin Qin to pull this stunt.

He quickly said, "No need to go to the clinic. I think they just ate too much greasy food. They'll be fine after they go back and rest."

Lin Qin looked at Chef Qian with a half-smile: "Chef Qian, are you feeling guilty?"

Chef Qian's expression changed, "You..."

Lin Qin wore a confident smile, but her eyes were sharp as knives. "Chef Qian, what? You're scared now? If there's really something wrong with my crispy pork, I'll take responsibility. But what if... someone's deliberately causing trouble?"

Chef Qian's face turned pale and then red; he hadn't expected Lin Qin to be so forceful.

He stammered, "I...I didn't cause any trouble! I was just...concerned about everyone's health!"

"Concerned about everyone's health? I think you're more concerned about your own business!" Lin Qin exposed him mercilessly. "Chef Qian, your 'bitter trick' is far too clumsy."

She looked around, her gaze landing on Matchmaker Wu in the crowd. "Aunt Wu, you ate quite a bit of my crispy pork the other day, and kept praising how delicious it was. Why aren't you saying anything today?"

When Wu the matchmaker was called out, she smiled somewhat awkwardly. "Oh dear, Madam Lin, my memory is failing me as I get older. You're right, your crispy pork was so delicious! I've lived most of my life and never tasted anything so delicious!" As she spoke, she smacked her lips, looking as if she was savoring the memory.

With Wu the matchmaker's "testimony," the previously hesitant customers began to stir again.

"Give me one! I refuse to believe I'll get diarrhea!" a burly man shouted.

"I'll have one too! Boss lady, ignore that Chef Qian, he's just jealous of you!" an older woman chimed in.

Soon, a long queue formed in front of Lin Qin's stall again, and business was even more booming than before.

Seeing this, Chef Qian knew his plan had failed and tried to slink away.

"Chef Qian, you're already leaving?" Lin Qin's clear voice rang out behind him. "I advise you not to try any more tricks, otherwise, I won't mind making your 'glorious deeds' public."

Chef Qian paused, a chill running down his spine.

He gritted his teeth, dared not linger any longer, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Lin Qin watched his retreating figure, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

She turned around and continued to greet customers warmly.

However, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure...

"This crispy pork smells quite delicious." A deep, magnetic voice came from behind.

Lin Qin's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around abruptly, meeting Zhu Ling's deep eyes.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe, his posture upright, like a strong pine tree, standing out from the crowd.

"Your Highness..." Lin Qin was momentarily speechless, unsure of how to address him.

After all, they are currently in a state of "divorce".

Zhu Ling seemed oblivious to her embarrassment, his gaze fixed on the crispy pork in her hand: "Give me one."

Lin Qin quickly handed over a copy, her heart pounding like a rabbit's.

Zhu Ling took the crispy pork, took a slow and deliberate bite, and savored it.

The surrounding customers were stunned; this was a prince!

They even came to buy Lin Qin's crispy pork!

What kind of divine delicacy must this crispy pork be?

Immediately, the enthusiasm for buying soared even higher.

"Hmm, it tastes good." Zhu Ling commented casually, but it made Lin Qin feel as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

He took out a silver ingot and handed it to Lin Qin, saying, "Keep the change."

Lin Qin looked at the ten taels of silver and exclaimed in surprise, "Your Highness, this is too much..."

Zhu Ling simply smiled slightly, "This is a reward for you." After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Lin Qin standing there, staring blankly at his retreating figure.

"My goodness! The prince actually rewarded Lady Lin with ten taels of silver!" Wu the matchmaker exclaimed exaggeratedly, her voice filled with envy, jealousy and hatred.

People around them started talking, their gazes towards Lin Qin filled with awe and curiosity.

Lin Qin came to her senses, put the silver away, and felt a strange feeling welling up in her heart.

She knew that Zhu Ling's actions were not merely because the crispy pork was delicious, but more so to establish her authority and deter those with ill intentions.

Chef Qian, hiding in the shadows, watched this scene with a livid face.

He originally intended to use this opportunity to completely destroy Lin Qin, but unexpectedly, it helped her gain fame instead.

He gritted his teeth in anger and secretly vowed that he would never give up!

In the dead of night, Lin Qin lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

Everything that happened today made her feel somewhat uneasy.

Chef Qian's revenge and Zhu Ling's appearance made her realize that her life in this era was far more complicated than she had imagined.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence of the night.

Lin Qin got up and opened the door, only to see Zhu Ling standing outside, holding a food box in his hand.

"Why is Your Highness here so late?" Lin Qin asked, somewhat surprised.

Zhu Ling handed her the food box, saying, "I made some pastries myself, please try them."

Lin Qin took the food box, opened it, and saw several exquisite pastries inside, emitting an enticing aroma.

"Your Highness can also make pastries?" Lin Qin was somewhat surprised.

Zhu Ling smiled faintly, "I know a little bit."

Lin Qin picked up a piece of pastry, took a small bite, and a sweet taste spread in her mouth.

"Is it good?" Zhu Ling looked at her, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Mmm, it's delicious." Lin Qin nodded, but a strange feeling welled up inside her.

Zhu Ling suddenly moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Lin Qin, you..."