A hard-working migrant worker who writes about planning meets an ancient chicken farmer's house, eh? What's wrong with this plot? Aren't everyone else in time traveling princesses? Forget it, make peace with what you have come to, and since your family raises chickens, try to become an ancient "Kentucky" or "village-based" grandma! What, you still have to fight your stepmother and your concubine? Oh my god, I can't do this as a local worker.
Concept: A planner who doesn't know how to raise chickens is not a good restaurant owner.