“Bro, beautiful!”

Grace was very satisfied with this new environment, temporarily forgetting Xiongzhou.

Ethan Sullivan, however, was observing, and then went to find a blacksmith after returning.

The elderly landlord couple always liked to watch Ethan Sullivan's family in the left wing room during meals.

Swish!

Ethan Sullivan bought a large iron wok, which almost exhausted all his money.

As the aroma spread, Grace leaned against the door and shouted, “Brother, it smells so good.”

Ethan Sullivan, who was stir-frying, looked up and smiled at her. “Don’t fall, we’ll eat soon.”

Grace replied happily, “Okay.”

She sucked on her finger, watching Ethan Sullivan stir-fry with the spatula...

...

By the Zhou Bridge was a night market in Bianliang City, probably the most bustling one.

The Zhou Bridge spanned the Bian River, with restaurants and brothels on both sides, so prosperous it was dazzling.

At the end of the bridge near the Kaifeng Prefecture office, there was a new stall today.

The stall was simple: a chopping board, a stove, and a wok.

Behind it was a small chair and table, where Grace sat quietly.

Ethan Sullivan was kneading dough on the board.

He tore the dough into small pieces, then rolled them out with a wooden rolling pin.

The wooden basin beside him was full of filling.

Egg crepe and vermicelli, mixed with prepared seasoning sauce.

After wrapping them into big dumpling shapes, Ethan Sullivan placed them one by one into the iron wok.

He lit the fire, then poured water from a teapot.

But it wasn’t water—it was chicken broth that had been simmering for half a day.

Sizzle...

The iron wok made a loud sound.

Ethan Sullivan quietly watched the wok, as the aroma gradually spread.

He began to flip the potstickers.

Yes, these were potstickers, Ethan Sullivan's favorite.

There had to be egg crepe, and the fire had to be wood-fired...

Both sides of the potstickers turned golden yellow, and the aroma gradually filled the air.

“Bro, I want to eat.”

Grace stood up behind him, stumbling over to hug Ethan Sullivan's leg, drooling as she stared at the potstickers in the wok.

Ethan Sullivan scooped up a potsticker with the spatula, put it in a small bowl, and placed it on the little table behind for Grace.

“Potstickers, have a smell.”

Ethan Sullivan just called out once, then started scooping the cooked potstickers onto the wooden plate at the side.

“How much?”

“One wen each!”

“What? Eggs are two for one wen now, and you’re selling something with an unknown taste for one wen each?”

A man who came to ask the price was so angry he wanted to tear down Ethan Sullivan's stall.

Ethan Sullivan felt a bit uncertain, but still replied according to the prices he’d learned these past two days, “Today it’s one wen each, tomorrow it’ll be three wen for two.”

The man stared at Ethan Sullivan in astonishment, then cursed, “Are these made of copper?”

Was it really that expensive?

Ethan Sullivan felt even more guilty, but pretended to be calm and said, “You can try one for free.”

Grace looked at the man nervously.

The man snorted coldly, then picked up a potsticker, switching hands as it burned him.

He took a bite, grimacing from the heat, but refused to stop.

Grace watched him, unable to look away.

The man finished a potsticker in one go, then looked at the calm Ethan Sullivan, a bit embarrassed, and said, “Give me twenty!”

Ethan Sullivan replied modestly, “Sorry, there are thirty here, but...” He pointed behind the man.

The man turned around and saw quite a few people had gathered behind him, all glaring at him.

If you have the guts, try buying them all!

The aroma spread...

In the end, the man only got five, then squatted at the side, wolfing them down.

The weather was still cold, and steam rose from the potstickers.

The aroma continued to spread.

“What’s that?”

“Potstickers.”

“Are they good?”

Ethan Sullivan pointed at the man beside him. “See for yourself.”

The man was like a reincarnated glutton, eating two potstickers at a time, thoroughly enjoying himself, almost forgetting everything else.

“I’ll have two!”

“I’ll have five!”

“...”

Ethan Sullivan busily continued making potstickers, while Grace sat obediently at the back, eating in small bites, then sipping water from her little cup.

“Give me ten!”

“I’ll buy them all!”

Amid the rising steam, Ethan Sullivan happily watched these enthusiastic customers, feeling for the first time that this era was really quite nice.

As night deepened, more and more people filled the street, and the area in front of Ethan Sullivan's little stall was packed tight.

“Sold out! That’s all for today!”

Ethan Sullivan shook the empty flour sack, and the waiting customers dispersed angrily, some even cursing.

This is the power of good food!

Ethan Sullivan packed up the stall, leaving the stove behind—he’d seen someone nearby use a stove to occupy a spot, so he’d copied them.

He carried the stall on one end and his sister on the other, happily saying, “Grace, let’s go home.”

Grace was a bit sleepy. She opened her eyes and murmured, “Go home.”

Chapter 0003 Gathering a Crowd to Rebel

“Bro!”

“Coming!”

Ethan Sullivan was making breakfast outside. Hearing the call, he rushed into the house and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.