Reborn in 1990, my whole family survived on instant noodles past their expiration date.
The grain depot was short by half a million, and worry turned my father's hair white, but I saw a golden opportunity.
Five hundred tons of instant noodles headed north to the Soviet Union, feeding the hungry Russians.
Expired food in exchange for tanks? That was only the start.
In this life, I'll squeeze every last drop out of the benefits of the times!
