I Opened a Braised Meat Shop in an Ancient Exile Land
In the extremely cold borderlands, goose-feather snow falls. A disgruntled civil official is banished here, his local government office leaky.
"My lord, truth isn't held by a minority; why don't we stop being stubborn and admit fault to the emperor?" After a mouthful of hot braised soup, spicy and fragrant, the civil official regains his composure and ease.
The young general, who suffered setbacks in life, is exiled here, lacking provisions. "Young master, if you don't become the驸马 (imperial son-in-law), you'll only remain in this bitter cold land. Perhaps we should compromise and marry into the princess's mansion?"
Ordering a plate of braised beef, tender and flavorful, the prodigy continues to expand his territory. In chaotic and ominous times, the civil official writes to bring peace to the world, and the general on horseback stabilizes the land.
"A single spark can start a prairie fire." Guizhie clenches her fists, "No, don't look at me, I really only know how to sell braised food."