I Slapped Down a Divorce Letter, and My Ancestors Helped Me Become a Tycoon with Their Recipes

[Gourmet] [Business] [Transmigration] [Divorce, with a focus on career]

The day her husband returned victorious, he brought home a woman who was seven months pregnant.

He said her father had once saved his life, and he had promised to marry her. He couldn't repay kindness with ingratitude. He also urged Shen Zhaotang to consider the family's interests, accept the child in her womb, and hand over control of the household. She would remain his only wife; she just had to endure a little hardship.

But in the ancestral hall, Shen Zhaotang heard the ancestors' voices coming from their memorial tablets.

The life-saving favor was a lie. The deathbed request to care for an orphan was a lie. What the marquis's household really wanted was for her to hold a ceremony recognizing the child on behalf of the mistress, then swallow up the last of her dowry.

Shen Zhaotang accepted the banquet, reclaimed the account books, and turned to the Four Seasons Spring, a restaurant on the verge of closing.

The ancestors remembered the flavors of lost dishes, but not their full recipes.

"Plum blossom fragrance doesn't belong in the pot."

"The soup should be clear enough to see the bottom of the bowl."

"Cherry compote should be sweet with a hint of tartness..."

Drawing on her past-life experience in the food service industry, she tested and adjusted the recipes again and again, bringing those lost delicacies back to the table.

From catering banquets to recreating famous dishes for the world, the Four Seasons Spring sign rose higher and higher. Even the child whom renowned doctors had declared would struggle to eat would sit quietly in her restaurant, waiting for a bowl of hot food.

She would show the whole world that her life only truly began after she left the marquis's household.