She was the top scorer in the national college entrance exam, but when her father fell into high-interest debt and her mother became gravely ill, she was forced to tear up her acceptance letter from Longjing University and became a hostess at a KTV.
He came from a family of restaurateurs. The first time he saw her, he caught a hint of osmanthus on her, a scent that did not belong to this life.
That night, he stepped in to take a drink for her and left her a business card. "Leave this place. Come learn to cook with me."
Everyone laughed at the idea that a hostess could make anything clean. She silenced every judge with a bowl of osmanthus drunken chicken, drove her plagiarizing rival to despair with rosemary roast chicken, and made the provincial capital's restaurant tycoons beg to join the reborn Luo Family Kitchen, a restaurant risen from the ashes.
The debts of her past life, the love of this life. She wielded her spatula at the stove, while he shielded her from every attack, open and hidden.
When someone asked her, "How did you go from being a hostess to building a restaurant empire?"
She wiped the sweat from her brow and smiled. "Because I've been practicing my cooking since my past life."
[Food] [Comeback] [Sweet Romance] The way she tossed food in the wok shone brighter than any heiress.
Not that outrageous, more real.