I Transmigrated to Ancient Times and Opened a Restaurant During the Famine

After waking from a nap, Lin Yueran, a five-star chef, found herself transported to a starving time in ancient China, where she became a refugee.

For thousands of miles, the land lay barren, and corpses littered the roads. Then the System’s cold voice rang out:

[Host, please sell 100 portions of food within 24 hours.]

Looking at the disaster victims barely clinging to life before her, she brought out a bowl of golden millet porridge.

“One coin for a bowl.”

From then on, a restaurant called “A Bowl of Life” stood amid the ruins beside the official road.

She opened a restaurant, started growing crops, built irrigation projects, and took in all kinds of people with nowhere else to go.

From a roadside teahouse to a restaurant chain famed throughout the land, she had never sold just food,

but a glimmer of hope for survival in the darkest of times.

When the imperial court was thrown into turmoil and an imperial envoy stormed into her restaurant, he demanded sternly, “Why are you gathering refugees? What are you plotting?”

Lin Yueran merely weighed the ladle in her hand and smiled calmly.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to ask…”

“Sir, what would you like to eat today?”