Gourmet: I'm a Post-2000s Boss, Starting with Fried Rice

After Yu Xun's parents died in a car accident, he suddenly became a child with no one to look after him. But he inherited the little restaurant his father left behind.

Just when he had no idea what to do with the place, he discovered that he had somehow been bound to an Ultra-High-Level Chef System.

"Hey, kid, your buns are so plump and fluffy!"

"Yu Xun, hurry up and make me five thousand buns!"

"Yu Xun, please... would you sell me your recipes? I can give you a hundred million!"

"I wouldn't trade Yu Xun's tiger-skin chicken feet for even a hundred luxury cars."

Standing outside his restaurant, Yu Xun rested his chin in his hand and watched the steady stream of customers pouring in. He couldn't help sighing.

Where on earth was he supposed to find a ten-thousand-square-meter space for his next restaurant?

As he pondered the problem, several managers from the surrounding residential communities came looking for him.

What?

You're saying...

My restaurant is making the prices of the houses nearby shoot up?