(No male protagonist, no golden fingers, long flowing water, Xiaoman's life)
Lin Wei, a skilled craftsman, traveled through the Southern Song Dynasty and became a concubine.
My parents' family is very poor, my parents are sighing, and my younger brother is sallow and thin.
Lin Wei silently pulled out the silver dowry bracelet: "Let's open a restaurant."
Thirty cents per person, plenty of rice, and ten side dishes of your choice.
Poor students from the county school came to eat, while coolies from the wharf came to buy food with grain cakes in their pockets.
The neighbor's wife secretly learned how to arrange the dishes, but she still didn't understand.
"Why is her steamed brown rice always three times softer and fragrant than other rice?"
Intention: I opened a cafeteria in ancient times