[Food + Management + Growth] A mouthful of hot soup will make the sword fairy cry, and half a pancake will attract thousands of gold.
Shen Zhiwei, an urban elite, once traveled through time and became an orphan from another world with a poor family and no creditors. She was about to be sold to pay off her debts. With nothing to gain, she could only rely on the remaining knowledge of modern catering in her mind to set up a very simple food stall next to the stone bridge at the entrance of the town.
Start with a bowl of homemade refreshing salt tea and save up your start-up capital penny by penny. The system is close to you, but it doesn't give you any magical skills. It only issues tricky tasks: within seven days, you can earn a thousand yuan in revenue!
Cold looks and difficulties followed, the bully stall owner next door oppressed her, the local restaurant cut off her supply, and even accused her of unclean ingredients... Shen Zhiwei did not flinch. The radish bone soup warmed up the cold morning market, the spicy and spicy flavor conquered the picky taste buds, and the creative children's banquet won high-end customers. She started with a pushcart, then moved to a mobile food truck, and then to her own food shop "Zhiweitang".
Her diners range from peddlers and lackeys to college monks, and even Xie Tingyun, the young master of Tingxue Tower whose identity is a mystery and whose sense of taste has been lost. At first, he came only for the warmth that briefly restored his sense of taste, but gradually he became obsessed with her concentration and tenacity in front of the stove.
The "Happy Forest" restaurant regarded her as a thorn in its side, and duels between food and halberds were staged one after another; the Lingshan Chef Guild laughed at her for her wild background, but she silenced everyone with dishes filled with emotion.
This is a culinary journey from the streets to the top. Shen Zhiwei's goal has never been to kill, but to save money! Open a store! Turn this otherworldly food desert into a kingdom of cooking fragrance that belongs to her.
