Transmigrated to the Capital to Sell Bashu Snacks

Su Fangyuan, a born-and-bred southerner, transmigrates to the capital one day. To make ends meet, she sets up a stall selling Sichuan and Bashu snacks.

Candied glutinous rice balls, Fushun tofu pudding, Mianyang rice noodles... Her offerings keep appearing one after another.

At first, the people of the capital say they won't even try her food. But then...

"It's so good!"

"What is this? It looks weird, but it's pretty tasty!"

"Boss, five more servings!"

Her little stall gradually starts doing well, and life becomes comfortable enough. But then more and more customers show up, until the rumors start:

"Eating her food brings good luck, attracts wealth, and even helps you pass the imperial exams!"

Su Fangyuan: I didn't do anything! Stop making things up. I just sell ordinary Sichuan snacks!

But even she can't resist her customers' enthusiasm. Her business grows from a little stall to a shop, then a chain...

Hu Yiting studies hard for years and finally passes the imperial exams.

Just when it seems his good fortune is about to begin, he turns down the county magistrate's offer to make him a son-in-law, then heads straight to a restaurant to propose.

Everyone laments that he's thrown away a brilliant future.

But Hu Yiting makes a name for himself in the capital through his own efforts.

What? The woman he married is the owner of the capital's biggest restaurant chain?!

Su Fangyuan raises a hand, looking innocent: Who could have guessed that feeding a poor scholar would land me a top scholar?

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New story blurb:

Tang Wenrong, an experienced HR professional, transmigrates one day and inherits a slave market left behind by her parents, who fled after committing a crime.

All she has is a treasury of unknown whereabouts and a group of burly subordinates who do nothing but whimper.

She's faced with a crowd of bewildered, innocent employees looking to her for answers, competitors watching her like hawks, and inspectors sent by the imperial court.

Faced with such a dire situation, Tang Wenrong rolls up her sleeves and says, "All right, back to my old line of work."

Collecting records, training staff, improving employee benefits...

By the time she comes to her senses,

Tang Wenrong has gone from a condemned woman to the head of a trade association;

the rundown business everyone avoided has become packed with customers;

and somehow, she's built it into a thriving enterprise.

Even the low-ranking official sent to keep an eye on her reports her achievements to the emperor.

"Wait, why would a low-ranking official report directly to the emperor?" Tang Wenrong asks after returning from an audience with His Majesty.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Hmm?"

"The last person who asked that has grass three yards tall growing over their grave."

Tang Wenrong: "..."

Theme: Promoting traditional Southern Chinese cuisine and passing on the spirit of craftsmanship.