Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Pah, this fish is so salty!"

Jiang Yueming spat out a small piece of fish meat, her face contorted in extreme disfigurement.

It was just a small bite, but he felt like he had swallowed a whole spoonful of salt, and the strange taste in his mouth was stimulating his brain like crazy.

It's too salty! It's way too salty!

Ye Mo sat gracefully to the side, her gaze shifting downwards to the white, mushy fish meat on the ground, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

However, she quickly concealed that expression, casually picked up a light blue porcelain cup with her bare hand and handed it to Jiang Yueming. The clear water in the cup quietly reflected the bitterness on her lips.

Jiang Yueming subconsciously took the teacup, took a sip of water, paused, and said, "Um... I'm sorry, I didn't mean for the food to be like this."

Although Ye Mo meant well, the food she cooked was indeed very bad.

The steamed fish with scallions that I just ate should have been light and refreshing, but it tasted like this. I suppose the other foods won't be very palatable either.

But Jiang Yueming vomited in front of her, and for a moment she felt a little embarrassed.

"Hmm, it's alright. I know my own cooking skills well," Ye Mo said, shaking her head slightly and lowering her eyes.

She grew up in the border region, where she witnessed many people starve to death.

Even her parents passed away because of this, and ever since then she has wanted to become a chef.

It brought a full meal to the soldiers who braved the cold to guard the border, and brought hope to all those in the world who couldn't afford to eat.

But reality is cruel. She has never succeeded in cooking in the seven or eight years she has been learning, as if cooking is a hurdle that she is destined to never overcome.

The man in front of her took a small bite of the vegetable leaf and then ran downstairs in a panic. Before she could apologize, he had vanished without a trace.

She knew her cooking was terrible, so she didn't want Jiang Yueming to be scared like that man before.

Seeing the slight disappointment on her face, Jiang Yueming felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart for some reason. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Strange, why do I suddenly feel so sad...

"Oh, right, Young Master Jiang, you must be hungry. I'll have Chef Li cook for you right away." Ye Mo gathered her thoughts, stood up, and strode downstairs.

Halfway there, she suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled, "I forgot to ask if you have any dietary restrictions, young master?"

That smile, as if filled with the passion of spring, crashed into Jiang Yueming's heart, and he felt a warm and tender sensation in his chest.

"Huh? I... I'm afraid I can't pay right now."

Jiang Yueming was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, scratched his head, and said awkwardly.

Ye Mo blinked her bright eyes and smiled gently again: "No need for money, consider it my treat."

"No, no! As the saying goes, one should not accept a reward without merit. I appreciate your kindness, but how about this, I'll write down an IOU, is that alright?"

Jiang Yueming quickly declined Ye Mo's offer to treat him, knowing that if he agreed, he would owe her a favor.

Since ancient times, human relationships have been something that is unpredictable and intangible, yet very difficult to manage.

He had just left Pingjing City and was all alone; it wouldn't be good for him to owe favors now.

Moreover, in the original owner's memories, this was also the first time he had left Pingjing City, and he was completely unfamiliar with the outside world. If he were to incur a debt of gratitude casually, who knows if this seemingly harmless girl in front of him would set a trap for him to fall into.

"That…"

Just as Ye Mo was about to speak, a commotion erupted downstairs, followed by several harsh and angry shouts.

"Damn it, there's something dirty in my noodles! Do you want to close this lousy shop down?"

"Bring your boss out here! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm reporting you to the authorities!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo frowned and hurriedly walked down the aisle.

As the beautiful figure disappeared from sight, Jiang Yueming turned back to look at the steaming food on the mahogany table, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Downstairs, several men were pressuring a servant boy in plain clothes to demand an explanation.

The surrounding diners put down their chopsticks and waited for the owner to come out and clean up the mess, just like watching a big show. Among them, a woman wearing a fringed dress calmly sipped her hot tea.

Unaffected by the outside world, these composed individuals formed a unique scene in the inn.

At this moment, Jiang Yueming rested his elbow on the wooden railing on the second floor, munching on a round white pastry in his right hand, and looked down with a rather lazy posture.

If Ye Mo doesn't handle this food safety issue well today, her shop will probably be shut down tomorrow.

"But speaking of which, her cooking is really awful..." Jiang Yueming said, her gaze falling on the pastry with a small bite taken out of it in her palm.

She truly possesses unparalleled beauty and unmatched culinary skills!

Judging from the way her eyes lit up when she talked about cooking, she must have a huge interest in it. But with cooking skills like that, anyone who works for her in the future will be in real trouble…

I'm being poisoned every day!

"You're the owner of this shop? You're quite the catch!"

Downstairs, a man dressed in a robe embroidered with gold cranes and wearing a white crown with bright jade beads saw Ye Mo's beautiful feet slowly descending the steps, and his face showed a hint of amazement.

The drooling look in his eyes was almost bursting out.

His name was Zhang Dongyang, and he was the nephew of Li Hui, the city garrison commander of Pingjing. He originally just wanted to swindle some money, but after seeing Ye Mo's voluptuous figure...

He changed his mind; he wanted to marry this woman and take her home as his concubine.

"I wonder if there's anything wrong with the noodles in our shop, sir?" Ye Mo noticed the desire in Zhang Dongyang's eyes, subtly concealing the disgust in her own, and asked calmly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dongyang pointed to a bowl of vegetable and meatball noodles on the table and pretended to be angry, saying, "Then take a look for yourself at how your kitchen makes this."

"There's a black beetle in my noodles! Who's going to be responsible if I get food poisoning?!"

Ye Mo's gaze fell on the bowl of noodle soup, where a small black beetle was floating on the edge of the bowl, and her brows furrowed slightly.

These black beetles are common pests in kitchens, feeding on leftover food, with a particular fondness for moth larvae.

However, as a woman, Ye Mo naturally pays more attention to cleanliness and hygiene than the average boss, and she conducts a thorough inspection every two days.

Such a food-related danger has a near-zero probability of occurring, or rather, it has never happened since she opened her shop.

But now that the matter is right in front of me, even with a thousand doubts in my heart, I still gave in.

"How about this, sir? I'll replace your bowl for free and compensate you with 100 Star Origin Coins, how about that?"

As she finished speaking, Ye Mo's face remained gentle and warm as she gazed at Zhang Dongyang and continued speaking in detail.

However, a servant stepped forward and whispered a reminder: "Boss lady, isn't one hundred Star Origin Coins too much?"

One hundred Star Origin Coins is already the inn's income for seven days, and that's when business is good.

In recent years, border wars have been frequent, the economy of the entire Imperial State has been poor, and businesses are barely making ends meet.

"It's not much. Xiao Wu, this was definitely our fault. Go back and investigate where things went wrong."

"We must put our customers' lives first, you know that?" Ye Mo deliberately scolded Xiao Wu gently in front of Zhang Dongyang.

This should also calm Zhang Dongyang's anger at his poor service.

"Sir, have you made up your mind?"

Ye Mosu took out a large-denomination Xingyuan banknote from her sleeve and spoke again.

Zhang Dongyang's gaze did not fall on the banknotes. Instead, he carefully examined Ye Mo's alluring figure, swallowed hard, and his expression turned serious.

"Boss lady, I'm afraid one hundred Star Origin Coins isn't enough. According to the laws of the Imperial State, you'll be serving three days in jail."