Shuang Yun agreed to marry an eighty-year-old for his money. But on the day they went to register the marriage, she learned that he had donated all his assets and left her only a restaurant.
The marriage contract turned out to be a deed to the restaurant. She was required to run it well, or she would face a threat to her life.
Shuang Yun, realizing she’d ended up with neither money nor man: …
Well, what’s done is done. Might as well go to work.
But she soon realized there was something strange about the restaurant, and its customers were even stranger.
【Ding! Today’s mission for Time to Open: Earn one hundred taels in sales.】
One hundred taels?
Wasn’t that an ancient unit of currency?
At that moment, the doors of Time to Open stood wide open. The cement road had turned into a dirt track, and as a muddy, foul-smelling gust swept in, Shuang Yun saw a crowd standing outside: beggars, dressed in rags and glaring menacingly.
Shuang Yun: Aren’t these refugees?
Even if they have money, will I get a chance to ask them?
【Working in ancient times, becoming legendary】in progress
【Working in the cultivation world, becoming legendary】
【Working in the modern world, becoming legendary】
【Working in the interstellar era, becoming legendary】
The world itself is a grand stage. Everyone is the center of their own story. When the curtain falls, it all begins again, without exception.
Theme: I think, therefore I am
