I Quit Making Frozen Meals and Opened a Late-Night Canteen

【Gourmet】【System】【Business】【Comfort Food】【Lighthearted】【No Romance】 The day Zhou Ran was publicly fired by his company, a former colleague kicked over his cardboard box. “Without Wanhe, you can’t even afford to eat.” He picked up the old knife his father had left him, glanced at the twelve thousand yuan remaining in his account, then turned around and rented a drafty, run-down canteen in the old factory district. From that day on, one bite was all it took for him to tell how many times an ingredient had been frozen. A touch of a broken stove told him exactly where its flame burned hottest. No packaged meals, no leftovers from the night before. He only cooked to order, stir-frying every dish fresh. The moment the pork and green peppers hit the wok, a welder dropped his instant noodles and dashed outside. Three hundred and twenty portions sold out in no time, and the line stretched right past the factory gates. From a battered old wok to sixty-three restaurants across the country. From the old factory’s night-shift canteen to the national hearing’s cooking station.