The Pretty Cook from the 1980S: Breaking Off from the Wedding and Busy Setting up a Stall at the Beginning

Era➕System➕Food➕Entrepreneurship➕Scumbag When he opened his eyes, the chef of the state banquet was dressed as Shen Jingshu, a young female worker from the 1980s. Her own mother wanted to sell her for her son's iron rice bowl, and her younger brother scolded her that she "should sacrifice for the family." Shen Jingshu handed over a bowl of noodles with clear soup, making the whole family cry, and then threw out the accounting book: "You have raised me for twenty years, and I have been a cow and a horse for seven years. From today on, everything is clear!" With her skills as a chef in her previous life and the newly bound food system, she turned around and plunged into the fireworks alley. The aroma of a fried dough stick filled half the street, and a spoonful of hot sauce made all the factory workers go crazy. There were queues at street stalls all the way to the gate of a state-owned hotel. The neighbor went crazy: "The meat buns made by this girl are more delicious than those in state-owned restaurants!" The leader became anxious: "Comrade Xiao Shen, come to our unit canteen and you can treat yourself as you please!" The opponent was dumbfounded: "How could she, a stall holder, take away all the business of our century-old brand?" Shen Jingshu went from a food stall to a private restaurant, from a self-employed person to the chairman of a gourmet food group. People who once looked down on her can no longer book her box even with money. Until the cold and majestic military officer in the newspaper was photographed wearing an apron and licking her in the kitchen. The whole city was in an uproar. But in front of the camera, the man stuffed his bankbook and merit medals into her hands: "Daughter-in-law, hand over your salary. Can I order something tonight?" Later, the strange family member who had forced her to marry the paralytic was shaking at the door holding an empty bowl: "Jingshu, Mom was wrong... Can you give me some food?" Shen Jingshu wiped the shiny counter, raised her eyes and chuckled: "Our rules are to pay first and then eat." "——My mother is no exception."