Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

What's wrong with being an individual?

As long as you don't steal or rob, earning money through your own abilities is much better than just coasting along in a factory.

Seeing that her daughter readily agreed, Zhang Wenying felt relieved and immediately made the decision.

"Okay, then you can find someone to sell the job tomorrow."

"Mom will figure out the sourcing and the shop."

Li Xiaofang nodded. Although she was still a little uneasy, her anxiety gradually dissipated when she saw her mother's firm eyes.

In the morning, Zhang Wenying went to the slaughterhouse and gave Lao Zhou two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes. She bought ten catties of pork and ten catties of beef, as well as a lot of cleaned heads, trotters and offal. She then took them to the shop on a cart.

After washing and braising the meat, Zhang Wenying went to check on the back door.

Even though it was still early, people were already walking around in the market.

After thinking for a moment, she hung a sign at the front and back doors: "Our restaurant serves braised pork and rice bowls. Large portions and great value. Welcome to try our food."

If she were to make stir-fries, she probably wouldn't be able to manage it all by herself.

But making braised pork and rice bowls is much simpler; just braise the pork in advance, and then slice it up and it's ready to serve.

The vegetables can be cooked in advance, and then just poured over the rice.

There are six types of rice bowls: braised pork rice, beef rice, pork intestine rice, pig's trotter rice, braised egg rice, and vegetarian rice. Each serving is priced between 50 cents and 1.2 dollars, and there is plenty of rice.

A serving of beef rice costs 30, braised rice costs 20, and vegetarian rice is the cheapest at 13.

There are three vegetarian dishes: stir-fried shredded potatoes, tomato and egg, and stir-fried seasonal greens.

To avoid customers from both sides colliding, Zhang Wenying also opened up the adjacent shops, making it easier for customers of this era to come and go without disturbing each other.

That's why we don't have enough manpower.

Fortunately, Li Xiaojuan finished the handover procedures and rushed over during the busy lunchtime.

The job is selling very well now. As soon as she asked, an older woman in the same workshop bought her job for her younger brother.

Li Xiaojuan rolled up her sleeves and, without saying a word, helped cut meat, serve rice, and greet guests.

The mother and daughter worked together quite well, one busy at the stove and the other running around.

Today's business is still the same: more people on that side than on this side.

But everyone who has tasted Zhang's braised pork praises Zhang Wenying's culinary skills.

"Mom, your braised pork tastes amazing, even better than the ones from state-run restaurants."

Li Xiaojuan praised him sincerely as she wiped the table.

She was initially worried that her mother would lose out if she quit her job and had no business.

Seeing this situation now, she felt much more at ease.

Zhang Wenying peeked out from behind the stove and laughed, "That's right, your mother's cooking skills are a family tradition. When your maternal grandmother taught me, she said that this recipe could be passed down for three generations."

As she spoke, she added another spoonful of broth to the pot, wondering if she could take her daughter over there to have a look later.

I just don't know if my daughter will be able to get through it.

After the midday rush was over, the mother and daughter finally had a chance to sit down and catch their breath.

Zhang Wenying wiped her sweat, scooped a hot pig's trotter from the pot, and handed it to Li Xiaojuan: "Try it, it's fresh out of the pot, tender and flavorful." Li Xiaojuan took it and took a bite. The rich, gelatinous texture and the aroma of the braising sauce made her squint her eyes: "Mom, this tastes absolutely amazing!"

My mom has always been a great cook.

But being able to make home-style dishes so delicious and support a restaurant with them is another matter entirely.

Seeing her daughter's mouth glistening with oil, Zhang Wenying served each of them a bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables.

"Eat quickly, and I'll take you to a nice place after you finish."

When Li Xiaojuan saw the towering building outside the back door, the cars all over the street, and the fashionable pedestrians coming and going, she was stunned.

She stood by the threshold, motionless for a long time, her eyes wide open. "Mom...where...where is this?"

Li Xiaojuan's voice trembled slightly.

Zhang Wenying grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shop, excitedly saying, "Daughter, this is a magical place that Mom discovered by accident."

Sure enough, the eldest daughter could see the door and, like her, go to the modern world.

"Come on, Mom will take you to the market."

Li Xiaojuan was pulled by her mother and stumbled into the bustling street.

She looked at the dazzling array of shops on both sides, the bustling crowds, and the goods she had never seen before; she couldn't take it all in.

Some people were also sizing up Zhang Wenying and Li Xiaojuan.

He was dressed in a grayish-brown cotton outfit.

She was wearing cloth shoes and had an enviable braid that reached her hips.

One person had short hair that reached their ears.

Without makeup, with a bare face, she looks both rustic and simple.

The women on the streets all had permed hair, wore brightly colored dresses, high heels, and red lipstick on their faces.

Many people were showing off their bare thighs, arms, and even large sections of their backs, which made Li Xiaojuan blush and her heart race. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any longer.

Li Xiaojuan gripped her mother's hand tightly and whispered, "Mom, why are they all dressed like that? Aren't they afraid of being gossiped about?"

Zhang Wenying smiled and patted her hand: "Silly girl, this is the modern world. Girls can wear whatever they want, and nobody cares about gossip."

She paused, then lowered her voice, "Do you see that? There's a stall selling liangpi (cold skin noodles) over there. Mom will buy you a bowl to try. I guarantee you've never had it before."

Following her mother's gaze, Li Xiaojuan saw a small stall surrounded by several people. The stall owner was deftly slicing translucent cold noodles, pouring on bright red chili oil and brewed vinegar, which looked very tempting.

Even though she had just finished eating, Li Xiaojuan couldn't help but swallow.

"Boss, two servings of cold noodles, extra chili."

Zhang Wenying greeted them familiarly, taking out modern banknotes from her pocket and handing them over. "Okay!"

The boss responded and quickly mixed two portions, handing them over.

Li Xiaojuan took the bowl, looked at the crystal-clear cold noodles coated with bright red chili oil, and carefully picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

The cold noodles were smooth and refreshing, and the sour and spicy flavors exploded on her tongue. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly picked up another chopstick.

"Mom, this is so delicious!" Li Xiaojuan said indistinctly with a mouthful of cold noodles, but her eyes were sparkling.

Looking at her like this, Zhang Wenying felt a mix of bitterness and sweetness in her heart. She just smiled and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke." The mother and daughter sat down by the stall. One ate voraciously, while the other ate politely but not slowly. Soon, they finished off a bowl of cold noodles.

Li Xiaojuan licked her lips with lingering satisfaction, looked at the empty bowl, then at the remaining soup in her mother's bowl, and asked softly, "Mom, do you want to eat this again tomorrow?"

"Okay, Mom will bring you again tomorrow." Zhang Wenying finished the soup in her bowl, wiped her mouth, and pulled Li Xiaojuan to continue walking forward.

This is the snack street, and the two then went to the commercial street.

"Juan'er, look."

"They have really nice nylon stockings here, and all sorts of hair accessories and clips—much nicer than what we get at the supply and marketing cooperative in the city."

Li Xiaojuan followed her mother's hand and looked over.