After transmigrating, I became a stepmother.

Seeing Lin Hao flee in panic, a smile gradually appeared in Gu Liunian's eyes, mixed with a tenderness that he himself did not realize. Having someone like this by his side seemed to feel quite nice!

The next few days were relatively peaceful until the sixth day of the lunar new year, when, according to custom, the restaurant was to open for business, hoping for good luck and prosperity!

So Lin Hao still went to the two restaurants. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the red embers of firecrackers covered the road as if a red carpet had been laid out.

The restaurant, which I thought would be deserted, was packed with people. It makes sense now; hot pot is indeed a great dish for the whole family to enjoy together.

"Master, you are here!"

The usually meticulous shopkeeper Li was rather disheveled at this moment, with slight wrinkles in his clothes and a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. He greeted Lin Hao in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Sit down quickly," Lin Hao gestured to him, and then winked at Fu Cui.

"Hurry up and drink some tea to soothe your throat!"

"Thank you, sir!" After accepting the tea, Manager Li didn't care about anything else and drank it all in one gulp.

Fu Cui quickly poured another cup, and this time Manager Li drank it without feeling as disheveled, and he also had time to talk to Lin Hao.

"Master, there are just too many people." Manager Li said, though he looked a little tired, his eyes were very bright.

"Yes, how come there are so many people?" Even if hot pot is suitable for gatherings, this is still too much!

"I inquired about it, and it was all thanks to you!" Manager Li deliberately kept it a secret.

"What do you mean?" Lin Hao couldn't think of any business she had here.

"Didn't you have people build a few heated kang vegetable sheds in our village? Everyone comes here for the vegetables."

At this point, Manager Li looked at Lin Hao with even more admiration. He was confident that no restaurant could surpass them, relying solely on their winter vegetables!

Now that you mention it, it really is thanks to her, Lin Hao couldn't help but chuckle!

This heated kang vegetable room was a solution she came up with when the weather was getting colder and vegetables were becoming scarce, affecting the restaurant's supply. The two managers came to her for help.

However, she only knew the concept of a greenhouse and didn't really understand how it was operated. But when she thought of the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), she had people try to build simple houses, with the key point being to install heated kangs inside.

It was only after repeated attempts by the craftsmen in the village that the vegetable shed was finally built. Actually, the method wasn't difficult; it's just that few people would spend so much money building a shed just for a few plates of vegetables!

However, Lin Hao wasn't worried about that. After all, the two restaurants she owned consumed a considerable amount of vegetables for hot pot every day, not to mention they could also make other traditional dishes.

Even if things don't go well, she can supply the kitchens of wealthy families, so she doesn't have to worry about sales at all!

Right now, it seems even their own restaurant might not be enough!

Thinking of this, she instructed Manager Li: "From now on, our restaurant should close earlier to avoid running out of vegetables. It will also give everyone a rest. We'll be busy again after the Lunar New Year!"

Upon hearing this, Manager Li agreed with a smile, saying, "Alright, thank you for your kind offer, sir!"

"Oh, right, send a few people downstairs to clean up all the firecracker residue. Make sure there aren't any leftovers that could hurt someone," Lin Hao quickly added, recalling the scene she saw when she came in.

"Okay, I'll go arrange it right away." Manager Li originally wanted to keep it for good luck, but after hearing what Lin Hao said, he was afraid that something might go wrong, so he quickly went out to give instructions.