[Period] [Reborn] [Rural]
Chen Chuan, once a restaurant mogul, was framed by his wife.
He returned to 1992.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing beneath the village entrance’s great banyan tree,
clutching 2,800 yuan of hard-earned money,
with his fiancée standing before him, holding out her hand for money.
In his previous life, he had spent twenty-eight years toiling in the kitchen,
building a publicly listed company, only to end up with a paternity test and a mouthful of black blood.
In this life, he broke off the engagement on the spot and returned to Chenjiaba, setting up four iron woks.
The Erjingtiao peppers had to be thin-skinned and low in seeds. The rapeseed oil had to be heated until it smoked, then cooled to sixty percent heat.
When the douban paste hit the wok, its fragrance could waft across half the village.
The twice-cooked pork had to be fried until it curled like a little lamp, and the spicy rabbit had to be so tender even the bones turned crisp.
A pound of chili powder cost eighty cents to make and sold for 2.2 yuan in jars.
A load of spicy rabbit could earn forty-seven yuan at a market day. He had no intention of making that money alone.
Three thousand jin of facing-heaven chilies were rotting in the fields.
He bought them all for fifteen cents a jin, paying each household on the spot.
From four iron woks to Shiqiao Township’s first workshop, from a jar of douban paste to the kitchen of Jufeng House in the county town.
Living a new life, family squabbles, trivial chores, everyday irritations, joys and sorrows: it was all the warmth of ordinary life.
