Sky Curtain: Random stalls with rhinoceros horns, shaking the entire dynasty.

Little Sizi held the white steamed bun, which was bigger than her fist, in her two little hands and took a big bite.

The soft, sweet white noodles melted in her mouth, followed by a burst of rich and delicious meat sauce, mixed with the fatty and lean meat filling, so fragrant that Xiao Sizi's eyes narrowed.

"Wow! Delicious! This noodle is so white and soft! And the meat inside is so juicy!"

Little Sizi ate with grease dripping from his mouth, cheering indistinctly.

At this moment, this scene in the sky once again plunged Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty into a deep state of vulnerability.

Zhu Yuanzhang was holding a bowl of coarse rice porridge when he saw the dazzlingly white meat buns in the sky. Suddenly, his hand trembled, and most of the porridge spilled out.

"White flour! That's pure, fine white flour!"

Old Zhu pointed at the sky, his voice trembling, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Girl! Look! That little street vendor is selling top-quality white flour that doesn't contain a single grain of bran!"

"And inside that bun was such a huge lump of juicy, lean meat!"

Empress Ma was also filled with shock and sighed.

"Yes, Chongba. It's not just those steamed buns; look at all the people coming and going around here."

"They are dressed smartly and can easily buy such exquisite food for breakfast from the roadside. Is it really true that we can't finish all the food in this future generation?"

"It's more than just that we can't finish it!"

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Our Ming Dynasty's border soldiers could only eat a meal of white flour cakes mixed with sand during festivals! And now, ordinary people in later generations are treating this refined grain as their regular breakfast!"

"And judging from the way they handed over the money so casually, this steamed bun will surely be as cheap as dirt in future generations!"

As Zhu Yuanzhang spoke, he became increasingly heartbroken, and eventually his eyes welled up with tears. He was not only jealous, but also deeply distressed for his people in the Ming Dynasty who were still struggling to make ends meet.

Jiang Feng, holding the little Sizi who was eating as they walked, navigated through the crowded streets and arrived at a vegetable wholesale stall deep in the morning market.

The stall was piled high with all kinds of fresh vegetables, and a burly middle-aged man was sweating profusely as he weighed them for customers.

This is Uncle Wang, whom Jiang Feng contacted by phone last night.

"Uncle Wang!"

Jiang Feng stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

When Uncle Wang heard the sound, he looked up and his tired face immediately broke into a hearty smile.

"Oh! Xiao Jiang, you're here! The goods you ordered yesterday are all ready for you, stored in the back warehouse. They're all the freshest and top-quality stuff!"

Uncle Wang wiped his hands as he spoke.

He was just about to come out from behind the counter to take Jiang Feng to get the goods when his gaze suddenly fell on the pink dumpling next to Jiang Feng's leg, who was munching on a steamed bun.

Little Sizi had already finished most of her steamed bun. Seeing the rather tall and rugged-looking uncle looking at her, she wasn't shy at all.

She obediently raised her slightly oily little face and sweetly called out:

"Hello, Uncle~"

That soft, sweet child's voice, coupled with that adorable light yellow children's outfit and those big, bright eyes, instantly captured the heart of Uncle Wang, this rough and tough man.

"Oh my goodness! Whose little girl is this? She looks just like a doll from a traditional Chinese New Year painting, she's so beautiful and radiant!"

Uncle Wang bent down in surprise, carefully examining the little girl, then turned to look at Jiang Feng.

"Xiao Jiang, when did you get a little sister? I didn't hear you mention her yesterday!"

Jiang Feng awkwardly touched his nose. He couldn't very well say that it was sent by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty yesterday, so he could only give a vague reply.

"Ah...this is the child of a distant relative. The adults in the family have some things to take care of, so they asked me to look after him here for a few days."

"Oh, I see."

Uncle Wang had no suspicions. Looking at the little Sizi's obedient appearance, his heart almost melted.

He quickly turned around, rummaged through his small tin box where he usually kept his change, and pulled out a beautifully packaged White Rabbit milk candy.

"Here, little girl, uncle will give you some candy!"

Uncle Wang handed the milk candy to Little Sizi.

Xiao Sizi glanced at Jiang Feng, and seeing Jiang Feng nod with a smile, she politely extended both hands to accept it.

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Little Sizi looked curiously at the candy with the White Rabbit pattern printed on it in her hand, and clumsily peeled off the thin outer candy wrapper with her little hands, revealing the milky white candy inside.

She tentatively stuck out her little tongue and licked it.

A pure milky aroma, mixed with a sweet taste, instantly bloomed on her tongue.

"Whoa!"

Little Sizi's eyes lit up suddenly, as if she had discovered some priceless treasure, and she stuffed the whole candy into her mouth.

The rich milk slowly melts in your mouth, and its silky sweet taste is countless times better than the finest candied fruit from the Tang Dynasty Imperial Kitchen!

"So sweet! It's so milky! This candy is amazing!"

Little Sizi covered her face, stomping her feet in happiness.

When the heavens revealed this scene to the ancients, especially the nomadic tribes of the north and the emperors of various dynasties, they were all dumbfounded.

The Great Han Dynasty.

Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, frowned as he looked at the small white candy in the sky.

"Why is that candy so pure and milky white? The little girl said it has a rich milky aroma; could it be made from concentrated pure milk?"

The minister beside him was also visibly shocked.

"Your Majesty, if milk were truly concentrated into such a portable solid form, it would be an unparalleled boon for our army's long-distance raids!"

"A single candy can replenish energy; this method from later generations is simply miraculous!"

And the Turkic tribes on the grasslands.

Looking at the sky, Khan Jieli angrily slammed the horsewhip in his hand to the ground.

"That's clearly milk from my grasslands! How could the Han people of later generations turn it into such delicious candy?!"

Jieli Khan's eyes were filled with greed.

"If we could master this technique, we could preserve the milk from cows and sheep every winter when they are weaned!"

Back to the morning market.

Uncle Wang watched as Little Sizi ate happily, and he felt happy too.

He turned around and led Jiang Feng to the warehouse at the back, pointing to several large bags of supplies piled in the corner.

"Fifty catties of high-altitude yellow-fleshed potatoes, all selected for their uniform size and high starch content."

"And here are the Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili peppers, and aged vinegar you ordered—all the most authentic brands. The handmade sweet potato starch is over there; please count it."

Jiang Feng glanced at them and confirmed that the quality was indeed top-notch.

"No need to order, Uncle Wang, I don't trust your goods."

Jiang Feng smiled and transferred the money from his phone.

As Uncle Wang helped Jiang Feng move the heavy items onto a borrowed trolley, he asked curiously...

"Xiao Jiang, you've prepared so many potatoes and seasonings. I heard you mention setting up a stall yesterday. What are you planning to sell? Fifty pounds of potatoes is quite a lot."

Jiang Feng didn't hide anything, and answered with a smile while carrying the starch.

"Oh, I'm planning to sell crispy fried pork belly and my secret-recipe crispy potato. I think college students would like to buy a combo meal of these two."