The Little Restaurant Owner of the Eighties: I Won an Ancestral Recipe in a Lottery from the Start

"The coal stove at Fulai Restaurant is about to go out." Lu Yan squatted on the flagstones, counting IOUs. The head chef at the state-run restaurant next door grinned around his cigarette. "You little punk, you'd better sell up soon. Grandpa's old dough-making skills are way past their prime!" Before he'd even finished speaking, a System alert exploded in Lu Yan's mind: "Host's Culinary Fortune: 0/10. First draw triggered!" The night he won the secret recipe for Nine-Turn Large Intestine, Lu Yan flipped it in the wok, and the splattering oil made the chef next door sniff hungrily. From using his "Heat-Sense Eye" to see whether ingredients were cooked through, to serving new dishes in old porcelain bowls from the "Vintage Mystery Box," the shabby noodle shop in a Beijing hutong somehow became Fulai Restaurant, where dignitaries fought to get a table! Whoever dared call Lu Yan a good-for-nothing now? They'd have to ask his wok spatula first!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.