Food delivery services are available in every world, and the big shots are going crazy for me.

Chapter 99 Chaos

Knowing what kind of person his general was, the soldier quickly went to the man's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

The man's gaze towards Mo Qianxun instantly became somewhat complicated: "Are you an immortal?"

"If that's what you want to think, then think that way. I'd like to ask, is Li Gou Dan one of your people?"

The man looked at the soldier beside him. He didn't usually pay attention to what his men were called, so when asked his name suddenly, he really didn't know.

The soldier paused for two seconds before replying, "Indeed, there's a cook in the kitchen named Li Gou Dan. What do you need him for?"

"He made a wish to heaven, hoping to receive some food. Heaven, seeing his sincerity, sent me to deliver some food to him," Mo Qianxun said, taking out more than a dozen bags of white steamed buns from his Qiankun bag.

The man stepped forward, picked up a white steamed bun, squeezed it, smelled it, and looked at Mo Qianxun with a complicated expression: "You really are an immortal."

"Well... how should I put it? I'm just a messenger. Could you please have that Li Gou Dan come over here, or I can go find him? I want to deliver all this food to him personally. It's not acceptable for someone else to receive it on my behalf."

The man glanced at the soldier beside him: "Go, call him over."

The soldier quickly obeyed and left. Thinking that he might be eating soft, fluffy white steamed buns for his next meal, his steps were incredibly light, as if he were walking on clouds.

The man looked at Mo Qianxun in silence for a long time, then suddenly stood up and bowed to her: "Chen Liangyu thanks the immortal for the food. This food is life-saving for us. With this food, we may be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive."

Mo Qianxun nodded: "That's good. Can you tell me about the current situation of the imperial court?"

When the topic came up, the man paused for a few seconds: "It's not good. Right now, the court is embroiled in power struggles, divided into several factions, indulging in extravagance and debauchery, completely ignoring the problem of foreign invasion, only caring about their own enjoyment."

Mo Qianxun nodded, it seemed the history books were right: "So you didn't plan to resolve this situation?"

The man sighed: "How can we solve this? We are fighting for the country and its people, but we lack military funding, supplies, and everything else. Many times we are forced to take the hits."

It seems the situation is indeed very serious. I recall historical records stating that the Five Barbarian Invasions were quelled by the Xianbei people of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

"Immortal, don't you know these things?" The man asked, somewhat puzzled. In his view, immortals were people with extraordinary abilities, knowledgeable in astronomy and geography. How could they not know about things that were already out in the open?
"I don't usually pay much attention to these things. I only came here today because I received the request by chance."

The man heard a different explanation: she usually traveled in the outer realms and didn't understand the situation in their world, and she came to their world by chance.

The two chatted idly, and soon a middle-aged man was led into the cave.

"Immortal, General," Li Gou Dan bowed to the two.

His colleagues had already explained the situation to him when he arrived, and he never expected that his prayers for food would actually be answered.

They had run out of the dry rations they brought with them, and they had also eaten all the edible grass around them. They really couldn't find anything to eat, so he prayed to heaven, hoping that heaven would send them food. Unexpectedly, it actually happened.

Seeing the customer arrive, Mo Qianxun stood up, pointed to the large stack of white steamed buns in the cave, and said, "Are you satisfied with these?"

Li Gou Dan glanced at the steamed buns and immediately nodded: "Satisfied, very satisfied."

[Host, five-star review received.] With the review in hand, Mo Qianxun no longer wanted to chat with them. The Five Barbarian Invasions and the Rebellion of the Eight Princes were neither things a young girl like her could handle.

"Since you're satisfied, then I won't stay any longer. Persistence is victory," Mo Qianxun said, then turned and disappeared from the three people's sight.

The three of them suddenly narrowed their eyes, then looked at the spot where Mo Qianxun had disappeared with complicated expressions.

"Distribute them and tell the soldiers to hold on for a few more days, and we'll be able to get reinforcements." The man thought about the carrier pigeons he had sent out, and felt a little uncertain whether his comrades had actually received his distress message.

……

Back in the time-travel room, Mo Qianxun sighed, "I wonder how many more years it will last over there, and how many people will die."

Upon arriving at the entrance of the monitoring room, I saw pairs of eyes staring intently at me.

"Chihiro, how did it go? Was the trip smooth?"

Mo Qianxun nodded: "It went very smoothly. This time, the customers were a Jin Dynasty army trapped in the mountains, and the main customer was a cook."

"Cook, that's good enough. So, how's it going? Is the Jin Dynasty as chaotic as it's described in history books?" Professor Li walked up to Mo Qianxun and asked curiously.

"Yes, it's chaotic, extremely chaotic. According to that general, the War of the Eight Princes in the Jin Dynasty is still ongoing. I wonder when they will be able to see the lives of the people of Jin Dynasty now," Mo Qianxun shook his head and sighed.

Professor Li and Professor Wang were silent for a moment: "Qianxun, although we don't like the Jin Dynasty very much, if possible, could you bring back some books or something?"

"Don't worry, I've got this in mind. It's just that the identities and circumstances of the first two customers don't allow it." A little girl seeking refuge and a general trapped deep in the mountains—neither of them seemed like people who would possess such things.

"Ok."

Afterwards, Mo Qianxun delivered some more takeout orders, all of which were to ordinary people. However, they all had one thing in common: they treated Mo Qianxun as an immortal.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Mo Qianxun washed up and lay down on her bed, sighing, "Oh my god, I'm exhausted, I'm so tired."

[Host, keep up the good work! You've already completed fifteen orders; thirty-five more are needed to finish the mission.]

Mo Qianxun looked at her chest: "My chest isn't very big to begin with. I don't know if it will flatten out after three days of this."

[Don't worry, host. Even if things really do flatten out, you still have me. The system shop has a pill that can give you a stunning figure. And even if I don't have one, Fox Charm or Yuan Jinyue will.]

"That's true. But speaking of which, that new customer in the fantasy world hasn't ordered takeout yet, has he?"

【…】

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In a dark place, the only tender green grass frantically tapped the light screen in front of it with its leaves, but unfortunately, it was all black and couldn't tap it at all.

(End of this chapter)