Shen Qinghe, 22 years old, graduated from the modern food science major and had been an intern as a catering chef for one year. He died suddenly at his job.
When he woke up, he found himself lying in the firewood shed of a noodle restaurant outside Chang'an City in the twelfth year of Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty. He was wearing greasy brown shorts and holding half a Hu cake as hard as a stone in his hand.
Start with a bowl? No, at the beginning there was a cracked iron pot, a bowl of clear water for three pennies, and a lame veteran.
Don't rebel when you travel through time, don't become an official when you travel through time. Shen Qinghe decided to open a restaurant.
A small noodle shop outside the city conquered the neighborhood with a bowl of thick noodle soup; a new store opened in Dongshi, and the "braised pork noodles" made the time-honored brand in Chang'an City uneasy; a spice merchant from a branch of the Cui family came to ask for investment, a scribe from the Chongwen Hall took the initiative to write an inscription, and even the Chang'an County captain became his guest.
Zhao family? Behind the local emperor in Chang'an's catering industry is someone from the Prince's Mansion. Cutting prices, poaching people, smashing stores, and stealing formulas are all tricks one after another.
