Jiang Li traveled through time and returned to 1998 when she opened her eyes. It was the era when state-owned enterprises were restructured and the wave of layoffs swept across the country. Others come through with either space or system, what about her? In addition to having some future snack recipes in his mind, he was penniless and had a huge debt, plus a hungry younger brother and a sick mother. Jiang Li: "... It's getting colder, so it's time to set up a stall." The good news is that although she doesn't have a golden finger, she has a heart that refuses to admit defeat and a pair of hard-working hands. The bad news is that the prices and labor costs in this era make her a little confused. Moreover, Aunt Wang's pancake stall and Uncle Zhang's fried skewers stall next door are both time-honored brands, and the competition is as fierce as Shura Field. "Xiao Jiang, why do you add sesame sauce and chili oil to this tofu bun? It's not authentic!" Aunt Wang curled her lips. "That's right, we only eat sweets here!" Uncle Zhang followed. Jiang Li smiled and took a bite of the spicy tofu pudding she made. Well, it tasted so good! "Uncle and aunt, times are advancing, and tastes must also be innovated. Try my spicy hotpot, I'm sure you won't forget it after one bite!" So, in that era full of changes, Jiang Li started from an inconspicuous roadside stall. She improves her dishes with the vision of people from the future and impresses customers with her sincerity and diligence. Malatang, octopus balls, hand cakes... Novel and delicious snacks have become very popular in her hands. From being ignored at first, to queues reaching the corner of the street, Jiang Li's food stall has become the most beautiful scenery in the neighborhood. However, how can it be so easy to start a business? The local gangsters come to collect protection money, and the colleagues are jealous and stumble.
