Lin Keke worked herself to death in a restaurant kitchen in her previous life. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in 1985, and from the start she was being forced into an arranged marriage to replace someone else.
Breaking off the engagement was possible: a bride price of 300 yuan, with 600 yuan to be repaid in three months. She signed the pledge in front of the whole village.
Luckily, she bound herself to a future viral snack System: tiramisu, grilled cold noodles, molten cakes... Who in the 1980s had ever seen anything like them?
On her first day selling snacks at the train station, she made 18 cents. By the fifteenth day, the manager of the state-run restaurant was lining up to buy her skewers, and after finishing them, he even asked, "Do you sell the chili sauce?"
From a tiny one-meter counter to a food factory with its own sign, Boss Lin's name rang throughout the county.
The Hong Kong businessman, Mr. Jiang, who traded Hong Kong dollars for cake, kept writing in the ledger until he had written himself in as her business partner.
