After transmigrating to the 1980s, he has just two yuan left in his pocket.
In his previous life, Lin Mancan was a food blogger. In this one, he’s an unemployed young man.
He has no money, no house, and no job. The only things he owns are a packet of star anise, a packet of cassia bark, and a packet of Sichuan peppercorns.
He steels himself, sets up a stall outside the cinema, and starts selling braised food.
When the first batch is ready, its aroma drifts halfway down the street.
The first customer takes a bite of a pig’s trotter, and his eyes light up.
His earnings on the first day: three yuan and fifty cents.
From then on, he has a little food stall of his own.
But trouble soon follows:
Director Zhao from the state-run restaurant shows up with a crowd to smash his stall, claiming, “Private business is profiteering!”
The people from the clinic come to inspect him and say, “Your permits aren’t in order. You can’t set up here!”
The local thugs come to demand protection money, saying, “I run this street.”
Lin Mancan wipes his hands and smiles.
“Sure. Everyone’s a customer. Have a taste of my braised food first.”
With a bowl of braised food, he goes from Nanhe Town to the county seat.
He goes from one little stall to three shops.
He goes from two yuan to earning sixty or seventy yuan a day.
The lively spirit of the 1980s is all captured in this bowl of braised food. Lin Mancan wipes his hands and smiles. “Sure. Everyone’s a customer. Have a taste of my braised food first.” With a bowl of braised food, he goes from Nanhe Town to the county seat. He goes from one little stall to three shops. He goes from two yuan to earning sixty or seventy yuan a day.
**The lively spirit of the 1980s is all captured in this bowl of braised food.**
