After catching her fiance betraying her with her best friend, Jiang Man falls from the balcony.
When she opens her eyes again, she's wearing slippers and standing inside a drafty food truck.
The good news: transmigrating came with a vehicle.
The bad news: it won't start, the coal is almost gone, and outside lies a sunless world of ice and snow.
Other people lack weapons and special abilities.
Jiang Man looks down at the half-bag of flour in her hands. What she lacks is someone who can fix the truck.
So she hangs a sign in the window: Hot meals for fuel. Mechanics get priority.
One hot flatbread brings her a wounded mechanic.
One pot of hot food gets the train running again.
Jiang Man rolls up her sleeves, ready to keep her little shop going.
But just after she sells her first meal, someone shows up demanding protection money. And the heater she finally trades for turns out to have been taken from her own truck!
Even more absurd, someone has signed a delivery receipt for 43 people, even though the signatory couldn't have left home during those days.
Jiang Man looks at these customers, each hiding eight hundred secrets, then at the emptying bag of flour.
If you've got a grudge, take it outside and fight. If you've got something to say, eat first.
Just don't block the window. There's a line behind you.
But the equipment she just traded for turns out to have been taken from her truck, and a delivery receipt bearing 43 signatures pulls her into the station's buried old accounts.
Some people want to steal her business. Others want to shut her up.
Jiang Man puts the ledger away and lights the stove again.
She'll keep selling food and balancing the books. No one gets to wriggle out of what they owe her.
