The love an innocent woman searches for, realises it's herself, she is the true love of her.

A lone man stumbling his way through the cultivation of the reading dao.

Here I am recommending books I which already read or which I am reading at the moment.

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Xiaomi, a young happy cheerful girl who had all the love she could ever dream of. Her family the Ming who were known for their cooking skills owning secrets recipes passed through generation, owning several famous restaurants in the city. A sudden change, a fire that took her parents to death; betrayal left with no one to trust . 
Was the fire all an accident or a lie? Will Xiaomi figure out the killer of her parents

Updates rate: On average i will adapting 4 chapters per week minimum.
 
Note: The first time that i saw this app I was very intrigued. I couldn't stop reading. Later, it occurred me, i wanted to bless others too by writing so that others can be happy by reading like me. Please Enjoy:)

I awoke facing up towards the ceiling. Blaring my phone starts to play an annoying alarm sound. Rolling over on my side I quickly stop it. Reading the time off my phone's locked screen it is 6:30 AM. Inhaling deeply I rolled back over. Letting my body wake up, I still feel it. The pure happiness I felt from that dream. Replaying the dream in my head, I revel in bliss I felt. Yes suddenly, I realized I couldn't clearly remember what his face look like. Nor even his name. "Though I don't think it was ever said." I thought to myself.
      I tried writing it off as just another dream. Some fantasy I want to live but can't. Yet I have had several dreams like this one. Frustratingly enough I can never recall him. Relishing the happiness, I start my morning. Turning on my lamp next to my bed I had towards the bathroom. Showering and let my mind wander. Living in Seattle was a more difficult choice. As I moved here right after graduating high school to attend college. Coming from a rural town I had to adjust to living on my own and living in the city. Having done well in high school I got a scholarship from a university in Seattle. Getting my degree I promptly got a well-paying job. All to appease my worrying parents. Having landed a job at a rather big wholesaler company, I started working in the sales department. Having worked here for five years, I've grown accustomed to this daily life. Finishing my shower, I quickly dry myself. I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom. Walking towards my closet I start dressing myself. I put on a simple black bra with matching underwear. Dressing in monotone colors, I put on a pencil suit jacket. Summer has passed and it is well into fall weather. Reaching into my dresser I pick out a pair of stockings. Properly putting them on I ensure I don't tear them; seeing as the denier is relatively low. Returning to the bathroom I lightly apply make up. Combing my hair and straighten it out then put it in a ponytail. Exiting the bathroom, I proceeded to grab my phone and I leave the bedroom.
      Entering the living room I make my way to the kitchen. Continuing the rest of my morning routine; I make myself a cup of coffee. Cooking a simple Eggs and toast for breakfast, I set my meal down at my dining table. Feeling somewhat desolate in my apartment I retrieve my phone. Checking my mail I filter out some of the junk. Seeing an email from my boss that was sent yesterday I opened it. Reading it over I instantly furrow my brows. 
"Suzene
       Seems like a few shipments were missed. A couple of the businesses haven't received their order. I will need you to come in a little early to help sort this out.
   Michael"
      Finishing my breakfast I groan in annoyance. I place the dirty dishes in the sink; I go and grab my purse and slip on my flats. Leaving my apartment I approach the staircase. Living on the third floor I descend the flight of stairs. Reaching the ground floor I take a breath. Glancing up, I can feel the morning chill. Seeing overcast weather I feel even more lonely. Heading towards my Toyota Camry I can hear the stirring of the city. Enter in my car I buckle in and start the engine. Peering at the time it is only 7:30. I started driving to work, with little traffic I arrive at work in 15 minutes. Parking in a empty spot, I take stock, and realize that there are a lot more people here than usual. "I think it was a bigger issue than Michael was letting on." I thought to myself. Walking through the front doors I am instantly greeted. "Good morning Suzune!" Glancing at the receptionist I reply "Good morning Lindsey."
      Walking up to her desk I stop in front of her. In a hushed voices Lindsey says "Its going to be a long day. Quite a few people have shown up this morning to fix this issue. Myself included." Suzune looks at Lindsey calmly. Humming in acknowledgement Suzune turns and makes her way towards the main office. Lindsey can only smile. Knowing she doesn't mean anything bad. She knows cold personality. Knowing she is actually a very caring person.
      Suzune walked into the main office floor. Reaching her cubicle, Michael called out "Suzune! I need you to come to my office."
      Before Suzune could even set anything down, she was already being summoned. Without hesitation she made her way over. Arriving at Michaels office she respectfully knocks. "Come in, come in." Suzune enters and looks at Michael. Standing at 6 foot 1, he had light brow hair with a little grey forming around the edges of he's side burns. He is in his early 50's, yet seemed very healthy. Loudly he says "Damnit, this is a big fuck up." Without pause he continues "If it was only a few missed shipments we could make up for it. But this? We missed 10. 10 of our chain restaurants and a few local ones." Frowning Suzune asks "What places have we missed?"
      Happy that she is trying to solve the issue; instead of trying to blame someone Michael says "The 10 chain fast food restaurants are not the problem. Since we discovered this shipping error early, sales and shipping have already found a way to get them their shipment of goods. The issue is we won't be able to supply the three local restaurants. For at least another couple of days."
      Reiterating Suzune asks "What are the names of the three restaurants?"
"They are: Seattle's Brewery, Homeslice, and Lilac. What I'll need you to do is go with Assistant manager Dave and apologize to each owner. Take stock of what they need, and try to see if we can persuade them to keep doing business with us."
"Hmm... anything else, sir?"
"No, since it's almost 8 you should go ahead and meet with Dave. He will know where to go. He should be in his office getting ready."
      Nodding, Suzune quickly leaves. "It will be a long day indeed." She thought to herself.

Soulmates, connected together by something called chance. Something that isn’t forced, but offered. The question is: would you understand it once told? Or would you simply forget and move on. Never truly falling in love.

The second lunar month of every year was when the northern provinces worked on agriculture and water circulation, and this year was of no exception. It was said that this habit continued in the Great Han Empire for more than a hundred years. Before, the famous Grand Chancellor Guo Chun wrote in the 'Empire Agriculture Ten Incidents' that 'The Provincial Governor and Transportation Offices should tell the soldiers and citizens that working on agriculture provides huge benefits and removes harm. So in the northern provinces, at the start of spring, people would mostly be working on plowing the land and building waterways as well as setting up dams. It was something that the bureaucracy should often do and be tested on…'
In the decades that Guo Chun was the Grand Chancellor, the local bureaucracy working on building waterways every second lunar month of the year was settled.
When Yan Liqiang came to the capital, the nearby counties had already started their large scale waterway construction projects. Usually, the construction would last a month to prepare for spring planting. However, this year was somewhat of an exception. Because the Spirit Peace River was long due for repair, last year's rain build-up caused the river to overflow, flooding many places. The citizens endured great hardship. Due to this, the relevant departments focused on the Spirit Peace River for repair. They hired nearly 20,000 nearby farmers and workers and started the big repair project.
On the 6th day of the 3rd lunar month of the Yuanping reign in the Great Han Empire, the sun was bright and the spring wind was warm. The Spirit Peace River repair project was still on fire. At daybreak, large numbers of workers who just ate some buns started to gather next to the river. Under the rush of the head worker, they dug the earth, drained water, and built dams.
From afar, the workers looked like ants gathered at work. It was an astonishing sight.
Other than these hired workers, some nearby townsfolk also gathered at the riverside, carrying baskets of water while bustling about.
Before repairing the dam, they had to drain the water in blocks before they could start working. When they drained the water, all the fish and worms came out. Usually, it would take some effort to catch them but it was much easier now so the nearby townsfolks were happy to catch some fish. Some could catch big ones that were 80 centimeters long, and they were all very fresh. They could either eat the fish themselves or sell it to the restaurants of the capital city and earn some taels of silver.
When it was almost midday, there was a cry of shock amongst the workers digging.
"Ah, there's a stone turtle here!"
"Stone turtle! We dug out a stone turtle!"
"There's something in the river…"
Everyone was curious, and soon, the news of the stone turtle spread. Quite some workers and townsfolk all ran over to see the wonder.
The stone turtle was nearly one meter long and half a meter tall. It was huge and covered in mud. It had been laying here for who knows how long but it still looked very much like a turtle. This shocked the onlookers.
The workers soon found some rope, and with nearly a hundred people pulling at the same time, they brought the stone turtle onto the banks.
Everyone gathered up and looked at the stone turtle.
One silver-haired worksmith came over and felt the stone turtle's head before scraping the mud off with his nails. He sighed, "The material isn't ordinary, it's Golden Leaf stone, which doesn't erode for ten thousand years. This is strange. Why would there be a stone turtle at the Spirit Peace River…" The old smith kept scratching his head until suddenly, he dazedly said, "Huh, there seem to be words on turtle's back. Get some water and wash it, see what it says…"
Hearing this, the curious crowd couldn't resist pouring the water they carried from the wooden baskets they used to carry fish onto the stone turtle.
Splash…splash...splash...
After being showered with buckets of water, the stone turtle showed its original look. Clear and deep inscriptions appeared on its back.
"Words are showing, there are so many words…"
Countless heads and eyes went over.
"What words, what words, read it out loud…" people murmured.
Someone who could read started reading out loud the words.
"The Great Han Empire, fifth lunar month in the 16th year of the Yuanping reign, the Heavenly Dog devours the sun in Liu Province…"
"The Great Han Empire, eighth lunar month in the 16th year of the Yuanping reign, the great drought in Zhu province…"
"The Great Han Empire, first lunar month in the 17th year of the Yuanping reign, the great earthquake in Gong Province…"
"The Great Han Empire, fourth lunar month in the 17th year of the Yuanping reign, landslide on Mount Luchuan…"
"The Great Han Empire, ninth lunar month in the 17th year of the Yuanping reign, the Heavenly Tribulation occurs. All stars fall. The capital regions become the land of death, a desert that spans a thousand li where thousands of lives perish and return to ashes…"
"The stone turtle doesn't open its mouth. If you see this item, you gain the opportunity. Save the citizens, escape a thousand li away, and you shall survive!"
"Great Han Yuan Tianfeng…"
After reading just two lines, the surroundings were dead silent. When the person finished reading, the place was eerily silent. Even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves could be heard.
Yuan Tianfeng was the legendary saint of great wisdom two hundred years ago. He knew the heavens and the earth. He knew things from 500 years before and 500 years after. This person was frequently in the tales told at those restaurants. Almost everyone knew him.
"I didn't hear properly just then, can you… can you read it again…" In the silence, a farmer standing on the outskirts spoke shakily.
The reader gulped down some saliva and read it again, but compared to the first time, his tone was shaky.
This time, everyone heard clearly.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?! What are all of you doing here not doing work?" The manager of this area squeezed and forced through, reaching the front before seeing the stone turtle, "Hm, what is this?!"
"My lord… we…we just dug this up from the river…" a craftsman said quietly. Quite a few people who heard those words already started retreating.
"Oh, there's writing on the back, let me see…"
The manager went around and started reading the words. Moments later, his face went pale white…
…...
In less than four hours, news of the stone turtle and the engravings on its back spread through the entire capital city...


The most precious things in the world are priceless. Ordinary men tend to turn a blind eye to this fact. Apart from the treasured air, sunlight, and familial love, there is still one more thing that’s extremely valuable. It’s right beside you and can be easily obtained. But... I wonder whether you can see it?

After Yuan Zhou studied the mission for a good few minutes, he spoke inwardly.
"System, I'll overlook the stupid designation you are calling me with, let us focus on the mission. Why does this mission feel like two missions instead?" Yuan Zhou asked immediately, abiding by the concept of voicing all doubts to avoid being tricked.
The system displayed, "Winning this activity is considered as mission completion."
"Oh, so you mean winning it means the completion of this mission?" Yuan Zhou asked.
The system displayed, "Yes, little comrade."
"Please stop calling me that," Yuan Zhou said helplessly.
The system gave no reply. Yuan Zhou took a deep breath and threw that weird name out of his head and continued reading the mission.
"The reward seems good, but does the Sichuan Cuisine mean the entirety of Sichuan Cuisine?" Yuan Zhou muttered to himself. He reached out to the drawer of the countertop and took out his phone.
"System, is this a complete Sichuan Cuisine, including Palace Cuisine, Chongqing School of Sichuan Cuisine and so on?" Yuan Zhou asked. 
The system displayed, "Yes, they are included."
"How about the side dishes?" This wasn't Yuan Zhou being long-winded. Rather, it was him having smartened up after his numerous battle of wits and courage with the system.
The system displayed, "Yes."
"So there are no special requirements to unlock the side dishes this time, right?" Yuan Zhou asked.
The system displayed, "You won't know that until you complete the mission."
"Hoho, I have a feeling you are trying to scam me again," Yuan Zhou said.
Even so, with such a generous reward, Yuan Zhou had to complete this mission. After all, the temptation of mastering an entire set of cuisine was too great.
He calmed himself and prepared to do more research on this competition.
With the advancement in technology, a lot of information could be found online. And thus, the first place Yuan Zhou went searching was the Internet.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Yuan Zhou navigated his phone rapidly and before long, many web pages were already opened, even an online encyclopedia was opened.
After reading through all of them, Yuan Zhou gained a basic understanding of this competition. 
It turned out that in order to spread the culture of Sichuan Cuisine, each year, a Sichuan Cuisine restaurant selection would be held. This was an activity jointly held by the government and Sichuan Cuisine chefs. It had extremely strict standards.
To take part in the selection, one needed to first obtain a recommendation from the government. Next, a voting process would be held among the organizing chefs before a restaurant would be chosen.
Simply put, this competition concerned the glory of Sichuan. Therefore, this was not a competition where votes would be taken from the masses on the internet. After all, there would be too many variables if they did that.
After all, the selected restaurant would receive the commendation of the government and be marketed extensively. Of course, an officially acknowledged number one Sichuan Cuisine was something all Sichuan Cuisine chefs would desire. And thus, the competition had always been extremely intense.
From the first year until now, this competition had been held three times. And when Yuan Zhou saw the three past champions, his confidence started dropping.
All three of those restaurants shared one same trait: a long history. One of them was the restaurant founded by Wu Yusheng, a Sichuan Cuisine master chef. Unsurprisingly, the signature dish of that restaurant was also Wu Yusheng's signature dish, Kung Pao Chicken. That was a restaurant with over 100 years of history.
As for Wu Yusheng, he was also the founder of Emei Restaurant. His food was widely loved, even the Beijing opera masters, Mei Lanfang and Zhang Youyu, and the famous painter, Qi Baishi, loved his food.
This was the impressive background the first restaurant had. Of course, the second restaurant was similarly impressive as well.
It was Zhang's Sichuan Restaurant, a restaurant where Zhang Guangwu once worked at. The restaurant was known for its Spicy Boiled Fish, which was Zhang Guangwu's signature dish that was extremely popular in the country.
Zhang Guangyun was also the private chef of Zhang Qun, and his food was loved by Zhang Xueliang and Fourth Young Lady Zhao.
The third restaurant was a long-established restaurant, Palace Cuisine. The well-known Boiled Cabbage was the signature dish of this restaurant.
Compared to all three of them, Yuan Zhou's restaurant was merely a tiny restaurant. It had a short history of no more than two years. However, it was quite popular. At least it was very popular in Sichuan both online and offline. After all, the system had judged the restaurant as the most popular in Sichuan.
But even so, it was nothing compared to those restaurants with a long history that had been popular since the establishment of the Republic of China. How should he compete with the likes of them?
Yuan Zhou felt his head aching. Forgetting about whether he could actually win it, how was he supposed to even get a government recommendation? Even after searching for a while, the only information he found was "government recommendation".
"System, isn't this mission too excessive?" Yuan Zhou sighed.
The system displayed, "As a future master chef, this is the glory the host must seize."
"Um, that makes sense. In terms of strength, with Chengdu School's Sichuan Cuisine, I have no fear. But the problem is, I do not even have the opportunity to stand on the same stage like the others," Yuan Zhou sighed.
That's right. This might be a competition, but it wasn't one that strictly competed in cooking skills, or one that he could join by challenging someone. The one "government requirement" was sufficient to stop the advance of many people. A good example would be the current Yuan Zhou. Even if he wanted to take part in it, he had no way to.
Of course, Yuan Zhou still had confidence in his cooking skills. He knew both Spicy Boiled Fish and Kung Pao Chicken as well. But in terms of the restaurant's history, Yuan Zhou was far from the other restaurants.
The system displayed, "Little comrade, I am confident in you."
"Thanks for the trust," Yuan Zhou palmed his face. Faced with a thorny issue, he could no longer be bothered with how the system was calling him.
How would Yuan Zhou's restaurant with no accumulation whatsoever and that only had Yuan Zhou alone complete this mission?
"Nothing is free in this world," Yuan Zhou lamented. He finally understood why the reward was so generous.
The system displayed, "Little comrade, you can cook your own lunch. I will only charge the cost of the ingredients on you."
"… thanks," Yuan Zhou said helplessly. Yes, the system made perfect sense.
With his brows furrowed, he sank into thought and could no longer be bothered with the system.
Normally, Yuan Zhou would never let go of a chance to bicker with the system.
"Firstly, I need to find a way to enter the competition," Yuan Zhou rubbed his head and thought. Since he couldn't find any information online, he had to ask others about it. He checked and found that this competition was jointly held by the Sichuan Cuisine Heritage Association and China Chefs' Alliance.
With the restaurant's door opened wide, Yuan Zhou was seated on a chair holding his phone with one hand and rubbing his head with the other hand. A pensive expression was on his face, looking like he was thinking of something difficult. He concluded that Zhou Shijie, Chairman Zhou, would be able to answer his question.
"Ding Ling Ling, Ding Ling Ling." Suddenly, Yuan Zhou's phone rang.
"Um?" Yuan Zhou lowered his head and looked at the name on his phone. It was Zhou Shijie.
Such a coincidence?
"Hello, is this Little Yuan? Is lunchtime over?" Zhou Shijie's amiable voice sounded the moment Yuan Zhou answered the call.
"Yes, chairman," Yuan Zhou nodded.
"How have you been recently? Do you have any new dishes? I am always looking forward to trying your new dish," Zhou Shijie said with a smile.
"I am indeed planning to do that," Yuan Zhou replied.
"Good to hear. As a chef, we should always be focusing on cooking. That is the only way to improve," Zhou Shijie said.
Whenever Zhou Shijie called, he would first ask Yuan Zhou his progress in cooking. Yuan Zhou was already used to this.


In a remote oriental country, there is a small and odd restaurant that has refused the three-star rating by the Michelin Guide several times. 
“The price is fairly expensive over there, 288RMB for a set meal of Egg Fried Rice and a bowl of soup. Ah, and an extra small plate of pickled vegetables as well. Even so, there are still a long line of people queuing up and waiting for a taste. Reservations are not accepted there, only waiting and queuing personally is allowed. 
“Numerous people fly there on their private planes just to queue up. Furthermore, parking bays and parking spots are not provided there. The service is terrible here. Customers have to clear the tableware themselves and wipe the table as well. For god’s sake, the boss is literally crazy.” 
---Michelin Guide
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Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend;


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