Start with a Bowl. If You Want Food, You Have to Go to the Imperial City.

Machiavellian sweet writing, absolutely sweet! ! A car accident put a question mark on Zhu Xiaonian's twenty-five years of campus life. He really didn't expect that after working so hard to get a doctorate, he would now have to evolve from a beggar. Others were reborn with systems, and at worst they had a golden finger, but when it was his turn, he only had a broken bowl with a missing mouth. I thought I could quickly get rid of poverty and become rich with my solid business knowledge, but I didn't expect that I would be taught a hard lesson by reality in the blink of an eye. Not only was the money he earned robbed, but he was also brutally beaten by bullies. Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise that he "married into a rich family". His father-in-law is a fan of officialdom, his mother-in-law is a fan of wealth, and the cheap lady is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. He is incompatible with this family and thinks about escaping every day. Can! Can you escape? A certain maid: Miss! Even with his brains, he wants to go against us? A certain lady: Don't say that, my husband won't go against me! Is that right? Hearing the sound of the joints moving, Zhu Xiaonian swallowed hard, and then nodded desperately. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.