I Transmigrated to 1981: From the Start, I Opened a Restaurant After the Family Split

For Lu Feng, 1981 was a springtime.

In his previous life, he was a regional manager for a restaurant chain that spread across the country.

In this life, he opened his eyes to find himself an eighteen-year-old young man on the North China Plain, just after his family had split up.

A small patch of saline-alkali land, sent away with nothing, a body damaged in a brick kiln accident, and a new bride willing to endure hardship alongside him.

His relatives waited to watch him turn his life into a complete mess.

Lu Feng neither argued nor made a scene. He simply put the skills from his previous life to use in this era.

A pot of jar-braised pork set up a roadside stall.

A bowl of braised offal won over the whole street.

A license, a storefront, a sign... From the village entrance to the town, from the town to the county, and then to even greater horizons, he planned to use the experience of forty years to build a fortune beyond anything people of this era dared imagine.

Some urged him to stay in his lane, while others hoped to see him fail.

All he knew was that in this life, he had to build things up one pot at a time.

What?

Someone wanted to squeeze him out, hold him down, and keep him poor?

Dream on. I've already used up all those tricks. It's not clear yet who'll outsmart whom.

The winds of opportunity had just begun to blow in 1981, and Lu Feng planned to open more than just a single stall.