A Master Chef Transmigrates to the Nineties

Tao Wanchi was the most famous chef of the apocalypse. Her life's dream was to make delicious food.

After ten years of racing down the road of culinary arts, she had achieved remarkable results.

For example, the ingredients she grew could purify the land, the livestock she raised could tear zombies apart with their bare hands, and her spatial ability could rip open space and swallow zombie hordes, saving base after base from disaster.

These accomplishments made her famous in all sorts of ways, though none had anything to do with her cooking.

At last, one day, she transmigrated for no apparent reason and found herself in the legendary 1990s.

The countryside was beautiful, with mountains and clear waters. She could clear land for farming, plant trees, or raise livestock on a hillside. There were also plenty of people whose sense of taste hadn't deteriorated, so she could sell her food anywhere.

Tao Wanchi thought the prospects were excellent.

As for having nothing but the clothes on her back and raising children at an advanced age, that was hardly worth mentioning.

After all, her abilities had come along with her. She could grow food in her little garden and speed up the growth of chicks, then sell them as ingredients at a stall.

With her cooking skills, once she set up shop, how could she fail to provide for two little ones?

But although selling food brought in money, something about it seemed off.

At her first stall, the restaurant next door bought her chicken legs at a high price. They said their restaurant had run out of pork, and they were very pleased with how meaty her pork legs looked.

Tao Wanchi ran after them to argue that those were chicken legs.

The chef had already cooked them, the customers had given them perfect reviews, and the owner placed a large order.

Bracing herself against the bitter wind, Tao Wanchi wrapped her worn cotton-padded jacket tighter and said, "Pigs have four legs, chickens only have two. You'll have to pay extra."

The second time, Tao Wanchi wanted to make fresh flower cakes on the spot, winning customers over with her practiced, elegant technique. For this, she even used the money from selling chicken legs to rent a little storefront.

But before she could start plucking petals to make the filling, an old man came running over with shining eyes.

He drooled over the flourishing roses she'd brought to attract customers. "Those roses are gorgeous! Name your price. I won't bargain."

Thinking of the roof that had collapsed under the snow, Tao Wanchi gave in once more.

At last, when she finally resisted the lure of money and luxury and remained determined to pursue the art of cooking,

her restaurant was packed, the line stretched to the end of the street, and the customers couldn't stop praising her food.

"Boss, after eating your food, my hair stopped falling out and my back stopped hurting. I even got to hold my baby."

"Boss, your cooking is the best in the world. I ate it and got rich!"

"Boss..."

These familiar troubles from her past life kept Tao Wanchi from making any progress with her cooking and left her frazzled.

Then one day, a dejected young man walked into her shop and ate two bowls of rice with braised pig's trotters.

Then he collapsed with a stomachache, and she carried him to the clinic.

The old doctor said he had been "eating too little for a long time, then suddenly eating too much rich food, causing indigestion."

Tao Wanchi understood. At last, she'd found an unreliable yet dependable customer.

The villagers thought that ever since the death of Old Tao and his wife, their eldest daughter had gone crazy.

She wasn't in a hurry to get married, was raising her younger siblings, and had set her heart on making money by selling food.

Was money really that easy to earn?

But just as everyone was waiting to laugh at her,

Tao Wanchi really did open a snack stall, make a fortune, and buy a storefront. They heard her customers lined up all the way to the capital.

Some people, green with envy, tried to make themselves feel superior.

"So what if she's rich? She'll still end up an old maid. She's saddled with two little burdens. Who would want her?"

The next day, a wedding procession of eight cars decorated with red silk and huge red flowers arrived in the little village and stopped at the gate of the new house of the Old Tao family.

A handsome young man in red wedding attire stepped out of the lead car, holding a large bouquet of flowers.

A chef heroine who relentlessly pursues her dream, Tao Wanchi * a male lead with an eating disorder, He Nianzhou

Theme: Work hard to pursue your dreams