I Made a Fortune with Pancakes [Farming]

Yan Moji, a master chef known as the “Master of a Hundred Culinary Styles,” died in a plane crash and transmigrated into the body of the male wife who had married Ji Mingwu, the lame carpenter in town, in another ancient world.The original owner of the body was lazy, gluttonous, and addicted to gambling. Not only did he look down on his husband—lame but handsome—he had also racked up a huge gambling debt and spent every day in a drunken haze.Facing his nominal husband’s indifference, the debt collectors’ pounding on the door and cursing, and the neighbors’ gossip and contempt, Yan Moji rolled up his sleeves: “A mere debt? Watch me pay it back with jianbing! Someone, bring me the griddle!”Making jianbing and selling stuffed flatbreads, he strove to build an ancient snack city; brewing milk tea and selling rice milk, he led a new culinary trend.Using qinggong to deliver takeout, sword techniques to chop vegetables, and internal energy to grind soy milk. His place became the largest reemployment hub for retired jianghu people.Ji Mingwu discovered that his spendthrift male wife seemed to have changed a lot overnight. No longer throwing tantrums, no longer fooling around, diligent, and cute. The only flaw was that he had become fond of getting handsy, which often made it hard for Ji Mingwu to keep up his carpenter disguise.One night, Ji Mingwu opened his eyes and grabbed the hand reaching over from beside him.After his night raid failed, Yan Moji said shamelessly with a grin, “Brother Wu, isn’t it time we consummated our marriage?”