After Being Transformed into an Orphan, I Relied on Drinking Wine to Counterattack

Dressed as an orphan girl, with seventeen coins in her pocket, the hut is leaking. Su Ting thought he was going to starve to death on the streets. The next second - the system is activated, no money or food is given, only a brain is given away. Literally. Give her a handful of black plums, and her brain will automatically deduce twelve ways to cook it; give her coarse tea leaves and tangerine peel, and she will jump out on the optimal ratio on the spot. The sour and bitter leftovers in other people's hands, when put in her bowl, become the fragrance that the whole street is chasing to buy. On the first day I opened a stall on the street, I was accused of being a liar. The next day I tried a small portion and there were three layers of people gathered around. On the third day, a colleague suffered from pink eye and spread rumors that she had drugged her. Su Ting held the bowl and sneered: "You take a sip, and if you don't knock my head off, I lose." Later, everyone in Qingxi County knew that the poor girl who lived in a thatched house could turn decay into magic. Rich people spend money to ask for the recipe, and noble ladies queue up to wait in line to come out of the stall. Xie Heng, the young master of an aristocratic family, sits in front of the stall with a bowl in hand every day. He won't leave after drinking, his eyes getting hotter and hotter. Su Ting didn't even raise his head: "Quine up to buy drinks, and wait in line for flirtatious people... Too." She's not in a hurry. Saving money, renting a shop, cultivating an orchard, collecting milk - every step counts. The day she holds the entire city's taste buds in her hands—— The era of milk tea in Dazhao has just begun.