The second he was pushed into the boiling oil pan by his wife and the wall supplier, he finally saw clearly - this pair of bad guys wanted not only his ancestral recipes, but also his life.
When he opened his eyes again, Pei Zhiqiu was reborn in 1980. His biological father had just died, and the child's meal ticket was about to pack up and run away. Everyone was waiting to see the joke of this orphan and widowed mother. He pinched the two dollars left in his pocket and smiled.
The pair of kitchen knife hands gifted by God will carry with them the memory of the next forty years. Are they still afraid of starving to death? Setting up a stall with a nine-dollar set meal detonated the factory area, and the rush to register the chain's trademark drove future generations of bosses crazy. He just wanted to step on his enemy's ambition to achieve success and turn the food stalls into an empire. But when the pretty widow with a net worth of tens of millions and Bai Yueguang, who had returned to the country to invest, came together one after another, the women realized that Boss Pei's bowl was not so good.
