"Chen Xu, are you giving up your day job to open a late-night food stall?"
After dinner, on their way home, Chen Ziqi finally spoke, looking at him with a peculiar gaze.
"It's a side business," Chen Xu corrected her, still thinking about where to get the money.
Previously, he worked overtime until after eight every evening, and he always passed by the snack street on his way home. At night, the place was quite crowded.
A few days before entering his dream, he had noticed a night snack shop for transfer but hadn't paid much attention to it. Later, in his dream, while learning cooking skills in 2003, he had considered taking over the shop.
The shop was a bit out of the way and small, so the rent shouldn't be too high. Secondly, it was close to home, and thirdly, he could start it as a side business—working his day job and running the food stall at night without conflict. Once the business was on track, he could commit to it full-time.