I Opened a Restaurant and Became the Richest Man

Lu Chenzhou, the God of Cookery who stirred up the world in his previous life, woke up and became a poor and poor man in the mountains. There was draft on all sides, and behind him there was only a sick brother with broken bones and half a rusty pot. Everyone said that Orion Lu Shenzhou was finished in this life. He smiled, said nothing, and polished the old pot in the dusk. A bowl of the most ordinary porridge, a plate of wild vegetables from the mountains, and a stubborn wisp of smoke rising from the kitchen - Three years later, the famous "Wangshu Tower" in Beijing was built, and the princes and nobles spent a lot of money just for a seat. That night, a young man who had been abandoned by his family knocked on the wooden door of the small restaurant. The clothes are thin, the voice is trembling, but the eyes are as bright as stars: "Shopkeeper, are you looking for workers? I am willing to learn anything." Lu Chenzhou should have refused. Her eyes fell on his thin clothes and cracked fingers, and her words changed to: "It's cold outside, come in first." "Let's talk after you finish the soup." From the roadside stall to the third floor, the road is full of thorns. The secret recipe is coveted, the business is under siege, and sinister schemes follow. Even the small stall that was barely standing was smashed to pieces by the villains. He would always quietly change places and start over. In the thick smoke, there was the young man who had always been by his side, protecting him with all his might. His cheeks were blackened, but his eyes were so bright: "As long as you are here, we can start all over again." The God of Cookery returns, causing trouble in the smallest places. See how the broken Orion uses the pot and spoon as a blade to cook up a hearty legend of burning oil and ups and downs. Intention: Join hands with love