I’ll Sell Fried Chicken to Support You!

Yu Zhuo transmigrated, and the story was a mess from the start. The second branch of the Hu family got into trouble, then forced the eldest son of the first branch to take the blame and be branded on the face before being sent to the army. Two years later, news arrived from the border that Hu Dalaang had died in battle. The second branch immediately turned on the first, hastily bought a male bride to arrange a yin-yang marriage for Hu Dalaang, then ruthlessly kicked the first branch out. Yu Zhuo was that "male bride in a yin-yang marriage." He looked at the three burdens trailing behind him and glowered. "Stop following me. I'm not your father!" The three kids shouted in unison, "Dad!" Yu Zhuo: "..." Fine, then. To feed the kids, Yu Zhuo opened a little restaurant on the street by Zhou Bridge. He made just one dish a day: fried chicken, fried chicken, and more fried chicken. When he was in a good mood, he added chicken cutlets, drumsticks, and popcorn chicken. On the fifth, tenth, and other special days, he also offered limited-edition milk tea, cola, and sweet drinks. But what the people loved most were the licensed goods he designed for Chicken-Kid Adventures in his spare time! Before long, the name Yu's Fried Chicken was known throughout Bianjing. The pillars of the court ate fried chicken in his shop while discussing affairs of state, and the palace ladies came in person to queue up for the limited-edition merchandise! Yu Zhuo counted his money as he lectured the kids. "When I die, one of you will squander the family fortune, one will become a bandit, and one will have his money, body, and heart stolen by his lover! From now on, I'm changing my name from Yu Zhuo to 'Yu Not-Zhuo,' and you three will be called 'No, Good, For-Nothings!'" A general in silver armor and a red-plumed helmet rode by. Hearing this, he smiled brightly. "Isn't that a coincidence? You're 'Jade Needs Polishing,' I'm 'Hu Won't Return,' and with your three little brothers, the 'Good-for-Nothings,' don't you think we're a family destined by Heaven?" Yu Zhuo bared his little white teeth. "Yes, my son~ Want to come over and be their stepfather?" Theme: Come sit down and eat.