Snack Carts Begin Roaming the Earthly Immortal Realm

The world was unpredictable. Sitting at the dining table, Chef Qin was still a little dazed. He had merely gone out for a stroll, yet he had not only taught himself Tai Chi, but also made money again. He had sold thirty jin of Haitian City tea leaves and easily earned six hundred thousand.

Looking at the fried egg on his plate, the chef was somewhat speechless.

Six hundred thousand was not much. He needed to use part of it to purchase knockoff goods and make a small profit, but even this modest sum was higher than his income from several years in the past. Not to mention suckers like Song Shaoqing.

His little business was preparing to open in the next few days. He had already made arrangements with the elderly people earlier. In any case, he did not need to hire anyone or manage much. The space outside was for people to rest, while the kettles and such were in the glass room. When the elderly got tired, they could rest, brew themselves a cup of tea, chat, and pass the time. Qin Fen did not intend to charge them; everyone would get a free cup.

His main business would be selling these local specialties. It was essential to build good relationships at the start so that he could take it easy. His primary business would still be private cuisine: cooking several days a week, with only one limited meal each day. It had to be high-end, grand, and classy. That way, he could take it easy again.

"This is life!" Qin Fen murmured.

Little Bean, crouching by his feet, looked at him with utter contempt. In the end, he was just lazy. What excuses was he looking for?

That was exactly what Qin Fen had planned. He