Reborn as a Black-Hearted Street Vendor, I Don't Lose Sleep Over Eight Yuan

Reborn as the unscrupulous street-food stall owner and cannon-fodder character in a Redfruit short drama, I charge 8 yuan while the shop across the street charges 18 for food that "won't upset your stomach."

The whole street is waiting for me to get sick and shut down.

But in my previous life, I was a regional supervisor overseeing a chain of 20 restaurants. I source beef offal directly for 1.5 yuan, scrub it with salt and vinegar, then simmer it slowly in aged master stock. For 8 yuan, customers get a clean, filling meal that won't upset their stomach.

My inspection score is 98. They can't beat me in a price war, they can't poach my staff, and they can't copy what I do.

Shen Qingyan sticks to the rules: "I'd rather earn a little less. We can't break the rules."

I grin over my bowl of beef offal rice: "Funny, my rule is that even for 8 yuan, working people deserve a good meal."