Siheyuan: I’m a Chef with a Pocket Dimension

He Yuzhu not only transmigrates, but also brings along a portable space with its own spirit-spring farm.

A chef at the steel mill? Serving a bunch of ungrateful ingrates? Not a chance!

He Yuzhu quits on the spot and uses the goods from his space to buy and sell on the black market, earning his first fortune.

While the whole courtyard is still fighting over a pound of cornmeal, He Yuzhu is already feasting on spirit-spring-raised beef in his space and drinking 1982 Lafite.

Yi Zhonghai: “Zhuzi, come back to the factory. Everyone's gotten so thin.”

He Yuzhu: “What does that have to do with me?”