▬▬ι══════════════ι▬▬ Ha Sun-Lin has only ever wanted one thing: to keep her father's noodle stall alive and prove that his legacy and her own hands are worth more than the marriage proposals the village aunties keep pressing on her. Her spicy noodles are the finest in Huayin, and she doesn't need a "reasonable husband" to tell her otherwise. Then Chung Myung walks down from Mount Hua. Fresh from the Huazhong Contest and already a legend whispered through the streets, the young Divine Dragon of the fallen sect turns out to be an insufferable, wine-drinking brat who scrapes his bowl clean, but still critiques her scallion-to-broth ratio with the authority of an old master, and keeps coming back for every meal. ~𝘈 𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘏𝘶𝘢 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵.~ ▬▬ι══════════════ι▬▬ (Published on Ao3)

My bestie's review: "This should be a punishment for jailmates" I do not know why i wrote this. Do not take it seriously...

What will happen when there is a sugar shortage in Edo, and a certain Chinese martial artist with sugar cookies decides to visit? Gintoki from the anime Gintama meets Chung Myung from the Return of the Mount Hua Sect Novel, what could go wrong?