Goodbye, Su Zhaodi.

Inside the Lijing Apartment in Zicheng.

A slender little hand tossed a phone card into the trash can.

Qin Yi only transmigrated into the body of Miss Su in this parallel universe tonight.

The original owner's name was Su Zhaodi.

You can tell who the family dotes on just by hearing this name.

Moreover, the original owner's life experiences over the past twenty years are too similar to his previous life.

They are all daughters who grew up in rural areas and were tormented by their families of origin.

Each family has a younger brother.

They were all unwilling "brother-supporting demons".

Miss Su's younger brother is a gambler, and the original owner had previously lent him 100,000 yuan to pay off his gambling debts.

I wonder what's wrong with him tonight.

Qin Yi's mind was still foggy after she first arrived.

He kept making phone calls, sending video calls, and sending WeChat messages.

It's all the same, I still have to borrow money!

"I have no money!"

Qin Yi slammed down the phone!

He quickly pulled out his phone card and threw it away.

She doesn't have the patience to indulge people.

Such a bloodsucking family of origin should be severed like chopping vegetables!

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have been bound to the Food Blind Box Stall System!]

[Each level offers a reward, and completing the final challenge will grant you a chance to realize your life's dream!]

Wow!

Is there really such a good thing?

Food stalls?

Can you really achieve your life's dreams?

Is there even a question?

Isn't that financial freedom?

[Please open a blind box, host]

Thirty square boxes representing numbers appeared in Qin Yi's mind.

They come in three colors: red, yellow, and blue.

Each color has 10 numbers.

The system says this represents the time, location, and task details.

The contents of each box are different, and drawing one depends entirely on fate and luck.

If I were to draw a lottery number to sell popsicles on a mountaintop at midnight, wouldn't I be doomed?

Let's not think too much about it for now, let's choose our lucky number 6.

Qin Yi used her mind to select three 6s.

Three different No. 6 cardboard boxes, one red, one yellow, and one blue, opened up in my mind.

[Ding! Time: 20:00-24:00]

Location: Fuchun Subdistrict, Zicheng District

【Task Details: 1. Rice Noodle Stall; 2. Requirements: 50 yuan per bowl, different dishes daily; 3. Quantity: 1000 servings】

Qin Yi was a makeup artist on a film set in her previous life.

Miss Su is a somewhat well-known food blogger.

Her cooking skills aren't exactly top-notch.

But its appeal lies in its novelty and interest; it's clear that the person lives life with intention.

The system issued a modified tricycle.

There was a huge decorative bowl on the ceiling of the carriage.

The blue and white porcelain pattern is distinctly Chinese in style.

The vehicle is fully equipped; you only need to prepare your daily ingredients.

The demand of 50 yuan a bowl is a bit excessive.

The prices in this world are similar to those in Qin Yi's original world.

A bowl of regular shredded pork rice noodles costs only 10 yuan.

A bowl of beef rice noodles costs 15 yuan.

Even the most expensive stores only charge around 20, so how can a street vendor dare to sell it for 50?

If it were my past self, I would have asked, "Is this made of pink gold?"

Complaining aside, life goes on.

The next morning, Qin Yi went to the morning market to buy ingredients.

The freshest ingredients are often not found at the vendors' stalls in the market.

On the roadside, in nooks and crannies, or in the hands of elderly women and men carrying loads on shoulder poles.

After searching for a while, Qin Yi saw an old woman carrying a bamboo basket on a shoulder pole, looking around for a place to stand.

Her basket was full of fresh, tender bamboo shoots.

It looks like a high-quality product that was just picked and put out to sell.

Qin Yi immediately stepped forward and stopped the old woman: "Boss, how much are these bamboo shoots per pound?"

"Eight pieces."

"How about I buy ten pounds?"

The old woman glanced at Qin Yi and said, "Ten pounds for seven yuan."

"How about I buy a basket?"

He glanced at her again with droopy eyelids, "Five yuan for one basket!"

"Then I'll take both of your baskets?"

"..."

The old woman seemed surprised, and as if something was amiss, she looked around, then gave up.

"Four...four yuan and fifty cents a pound, that's the lowest I can go. My whole family climbed the mountain early this morning to pick them! They're so fresh!"

"Alright! How much are these two bamboo baskets? After the bamboo shoots are weighed, I'll take these baskets too. Can you help me carry them to the truck?"

In less than five minutes, the old woman had sold all her bamboo shoots. Clutching her empty carrying pole and the few hundred yuan in her pocket, she sat happily chatting with a woman she knew.

Qin Yi loaded the bamboo shoots into the car and headed back to the market; this time she needed to buy some meat.

The old woman who had been squatting on the ground chatting saw Qin Yi come again, and quickly shoved the woman next to her, calling out to Qin Yi, "Hey girl! The mushrooms here are really good, come and take a look!"

"Okay! I'll have some mushrooms. Sis, where in this market can I find some good rice noodles and pork? Can you take me there to buy some too?"

The old woman's honesty and familiarity with the market were evident from the bargaining earlier. The pork and rice noodles she bought were indeed fresh and affordable. Qin Yi even caught a few old hens and returned home with a full load.

On the first day alone, we spent over a thousand yuan on ingredients.

She only buys the best and freshest goods, and she doesn't know what the system's reward will be after she passes the level. I hope she doesn't lose money.

[Ding! New player gift pack! You've gained the one-click food preparation function]

That's such a wonderful gift!

The most tedious part is the preparation of ingredients in the early stages.

This greatly shortened Qin Yi's preparation time.

It also has a full range of vegetable-cutting functions.

Qin Yi cleaned the chicken with one click and then selected the dicing function.

Select the minced pork function; it will be ready in a second.

Unfortunately, this thing cannot be produced.

Otherwise, she felt that just producing these machines would be enough to achieve financial freedom.

Qin Yi put the chicken, pork bones, and seasonings to a large pot to stew. First, she simmered it over high heat for an hour to bring out the flavor, and then simmered it over low heat for three hours to make the soup thicker.

By the time these were done, it was almost dinner time.

Qin Yi cooked some mushrooms in the stewed chicken broth and ate them.

The food made with these hands tastes so much better than what I made in my previous life.

Indeed, making delicious food requires talent.

Eight o'clock at night.

She drove her tricycle to Fuchun Street.

According to Ms. Su's memory, this street was known locally as "the street of depravity".

Bars, internet cafes, quiet bars, and karaoke bars are all nearby.

There are a lot of stalls and a large flow of people.

But only those two businesses are truly doing well.

A barbecue stall and a fried skewer stall have been open for several years and have a loyal customer base.

That's sometimes how it is in business.

If others see that your business is doing well, they will try to do the exact same thing as you.

Sure enough, these two shops are surrounded by many similar-looking barbecue and fried food stalls, all vying for a piece of the pie.

There's a quiet, handmade lemon tea stall downstairs from a remote internet cafe on a street corner.

Qin Yi didn't like going to crowded streets to join in the fun.

So he simply drove the tricycle up to Miss Lemonade.

They took out the folding tables and chairs from the car and arranged them.

Then place the two bamboo baskets of bamboo shoots in front of the stall.

I hung up the advertising sign supplied today, clapped my hands, and felt very satisfied.

Wu Meng is making lemonade for the guy at a nearby internet cafe.

Then I noticed a tricycle had come up beside me.

There was a huge blue and white porcelain bowl on the roof of the car.

I don't know what kind of late-night snacks they sell.

Late-night food stalls are usually located on the street.

Business is naturally better there because there are more people.

Who would choose to sell late-night snacks at a quiet end of a street instead of in the bustling city?

Wu Meng set up her stall here because bars, lounges, and karaoke venues all offer alcoholic beverages.

People who are tired from surfing the internet and shopping love to drink milk tea and sweet drinks. Although they don't sell a lot every day, they can still make a little money.

Wait, why would someone set up a stall here at night to sell rice noodles?

Isn't this the food I ate this morning and at noon?

What?! Fifty yuan a bowl!

Wu Meng rubbed her eyes.

I'm sure I didn't mix up fifty and fifteen.

I took a closer look at the food prices on the sign next to me.

Today's offering: Spicy and sour bamboo shoot rice noodles

Price: 50 yuan/bowl

This is robbery?!

A bowl of rice noodles costing fifty yuan is placed at the end of this desolate street at night.

Only a fool would eat that.