[Transmigration, a System, food, lighthearted daily life, a hero with a small role]
Su Tang transmigrated into the body of an orphan whose parents had both died. The only family she had left was her older brother, who worked as a porter at the docks.
She looked at the empty rice jar, then at her brother's palms, raw and blistered from hard labor. Tying on an apron, Su Tang headed into the kitchen.
She had only meant to make her brother a good meal, but somehow...
The aroma of scallion oil noodles wafted halfway down the street, and dockworkers came over with their bowls to ask the price.
As soon as the steamed meat buns came out, merchants from the neighboring town made a special detour to buy them.
Su Tang's stall grew bigger and bigger, and her purse grew fatter and fatter.
From a little stall at the docks to a shop on the street, then from the shop to a restaurant.
People asked how she did it.
Busy counting her money, Su Tang didn't even look up. “It's nothing special. I'm just pretty good at cooking...”
