Clever Little Chef X Down-on-His-Luck Young Master of a Trading House
Qian Yuan'er came from three generations of master chefs. After transmigrating in a single moment, she became the youngest daughter of a poor family in Wuyi Alley, in an ancient county town.
Her honest, simple father had lent money that was never repaid, throwing it away for nothing.
Her mother was so upset she fell seriously ill, spending every day drinking medicine and wasting away.
Her older sister slacked off every day, and would rather lie down than lift a finger.
But when Qian Yuan'er looked at her family's ancestral home on a prime corner lot facing the street, her eyes lit up. "It'd be a crime not to do business on a spot like this!"
She rolled up her sleeves, ready to return to her old trade and cook her way to a better life.
Later, everyone in the county knew that Wuyi Alley was home to Qian's Little Eatery.
It was small, and its sign wasn't especially eye-catching, but it was always packed, with every bowl in high demand.
Lin Nanxing had once been the young master of the wealthiest trading house in the city. He grew up surrounded by fine clothes and good food, but his youthful arrogance made him trust the wrong people and fall into their trap, losing his entire family fortune in a single day.
The relatives who had once fawned over him kicked him while he was down. In the end, Lin Nanxing was thrown out of his home and left to wander the streets.
He hadn't had a hot meal in three days. When he collapsed at the entrance to Wuyi Alley, he thought his time was up.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a steaming bowl of white rice before him, along with a young woman tossing him a rag.
The girl put on a cold face. "Finish eating, then wash the pots."
Lin Nanxing kept washing pots for half a year, and even took over the accounts for Qian's Little Eatery.
Half a year later, Lin Nanxing stood before Qian Yuan'er in fine clothes, having recovered his entire family fortune. With utmost sincerity, he said, "The Lin shop in the south of town, the silk shop in the north, the rice shop... You can have half of all of them."
Qian Yuan'er wasn't satisfied. "Why only half?"
Lin Nanxing coughed lightly, then said shyly, "If you think that's too little, you can have me as well."
#Three Meals and a Bed, Long Days in a Short Life#
Theme: Make the best of things and work hard to live
