Family members, who knows?
Others who travel through time are either princes, generals or ministers, or they are genius heroes, and at the very least they must be a small landowner with no worries about food and clothing.
Fortunately for me, when I opened my eyes, I became a bankrupt innkeeper with a lot of debt.
System? No. Goldfinger? Doesn't exist.
The only store clerk was a half-year-old child who was frightened by hunger. He was squatting on the doorstep and asked me: "Shopkeeper, what should we eat today?"
I looked at the only three baskets of potatoes left in the cellar, rolled up my sleeves and told him: fill your stomach first, and then polish the sign.
While others were fighting for world supremacy, I was immersed in cooking and paying off debts.
While others do business, I create membership cards, recommend new dishes, and provide standardized services.
Slowly, a long line began to form in front of my shabby inn.
There was a homeless veteran who stayed and became a security captain.
There was a scholar who was cornered and became my accountant.
There is also a mute boy who is strong enough to carry an ox and is now the mainstay of the kitchen.
Looking at them, I realized that I came to this world not to dominate, but to give this group of homeless people a home.
By the way, make your business bigger and bigger.
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