If I Ask You to Open a Gourmet Restaurant, You Can Only Open It for Two Hours a Day

[Food + system + messy daily life + face slap with real fragrance + sober heroine with poisonous tongue] Shen Luzhu, a top modern food blogger, traveled through time and became an abandoned daughter in ancient times who was robbed of her family property and had her engagement broken off. In order to survive, she bound the "Tianchu Lingzhu" system to open a restaurant in a remote abandoned courtyard, but the rules of this system were extremely anti-human: You must operate at least sixty hours a month, otherwise you will be deducted! The prices are so outrageous that they cost you money: regular noodles cost five cents, her steamed dumplings cost fifty cents, and a bowl of soy milk cost ten cents! When it first opened, the whole town was waiting to see this black shop close down. The ex-fiancé sneered and suppressed him, the famous and talented woman took the lead in cracking down on counterfeiters, and the neighborhood leaders angrily accused him of being evil. However, when the steamed dumplings with thin and translucent skin and bursting with juice come out of the pot, the nuclear bomb-level umami taste instantly teaches everyone how to behave—— The talented girl who came to ruin the show was so greedy that she wrote poems about Amway; the carpenter who scolded the black shop was so angry that he burst into tears and admitted his mistake on the spot; even the superior scumbag who broke off the engagement was so greedy that he secretly queued up to beg for a bowl of soy milk but was ruthlessly rejected! Shen Luzhu leaned in front of the counter, looking at the long line of people outside the door wailing "Let me have another bite", and calmly signed: "I will get off work at that time, and I will be early tomorrow." She originally wanted to rely on her peerless cooking skills to live comfortably as a salted fish, but she didn't want the "down and out poor scholar" in the corner who came to order steamed dumplings at exorbitant prices every day, rain or shine, to push all his wealth on the counter and said with gentle eyes: "Girl, my purse belongs to you. Can you go through the back door and leave an extra steamed dumpling for me?"