Taste of Chang'an

The day Shen Xing was kicked out of the house, she only brought a baggage, a few copper coins and a body deed. In her previous life, she was the regional manager of a restaurant chain, managing more than a dozen stores and hundreds of people. In this life, she was only assigned a shabby shop with ventilation from all sides - half of the stove collapsed, the beams were covered with dust, and there was not even a decent sign hanging at the door. Anyone else might have cried first. Shen Xing did the math: the location is good, the rent is zero, and there is a blacksmith shop next door (you don't have to worry about kitchen knives). She decided to do it first. The opening of a bowl of wontons attracted onlookers from the whole street; a seasonal side dish silenced picky diners; the idea of ​​a stored-value membership stunned the merchants in Chang'an City. And the clerk who always stood opposite her shop for a while and then left seemed to be a person with a story. This is not a "return of the revengeful queen" story. This is the warm and sweet daily life of a girl who does not want to accept her fate and finds her place in this world with a bowl of hot soup. There are laughter and tears, noisy and quarrels. The simplest and most touching way of life is hidden in the fireworks of Chang'an City.