I Opened a Small Diner in the 1990s

Sheng Qiu has transmigrated.

From an outstanding full-time daughter in the 21st century, she has become a factory-line worker in the 1990s.

She has to spend nearly twenty hours a day at her workstation, doing tedious, repetitive labor.

Sheng Qiu is practically ready to die.

Just as she steels herself to start with a street-food stall and build a restaurant chain empire, a trendy apartment and 100,000 yuan in savings suddenly fall into her lap.

The price is looking after her nephew, who has just turned four.

Full-time Aunt Sheng Qiu is on the job!

The residents of Building 8 in the New Era Apartments have been having a hard time lately.

Every mealtime, an irresistible aroma wafts from the ninth floor.

It makes everyone's mouths water.

The adults at home can bear it, but the children can't. They start crying and fussing as soon as mealtime rolls around.

The residents feel sorry for their kids, and wonder if the family upstairs might be willing to sell them some food.

Sheng Qiu isn't going into business. She can't handle working out in the wind and sun. She's too lazy for that.

But she can't help noticing more and more little