After working overtime for forty-eight hours straight, Song Zhao dropped dead at her desk.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become a young orphan in ancient times. Her uncle had seized the family fortune, and her aunt was forcing her to marry a butcher. She had just twenty-two coins in her pocket, and her only possession was a battered pot with a chipped rim.
Her awful relatives show up to steal her money? Song Zhao sneers. "Whoever wants to put up with this can do it. I just want money. Once I have enough, every demon and monster will have to get out of my way."
Fortunately, the [Ancient and Modern Restaurant Exchange] successfully bonded with her.
With twenty coins, she buys a bucket of dead fish and cooks the most fragrant porridge at the entire dock. One bowl of golden egg fried rice sends its aroma halfway down the street. Limited sales, numbered tickets, monthly passes, and an open kitchen: modern business tactics crush the ancient restaurant industry.
From a tiny dockside stall to a restaurant in the western part of town, from a Chen Prefecture chain to a showdown in the provincial capital, she focuses on making money and has no interest in romance.
Who could have guessed that before she made enough money, silver from across the city would already be pouring into her shop?
