Xiao Ling was a modern-day food blogger who mysteriously transmigrated into the body of a widow in the 1970s. She took the original owner’s daughter with her and endured humiliation after humiliation, learning just how cruel the world could be.
Fortunately, she had kept her food-blogging skills and used her exceptional cooking to build a thriving life.
Her parasitic relatives thought she was still as timid and easy to bully as before, so they barged in and tried to take her money.
“We’re out of cash. Give us some to tide us over.”
Xiao Ling smiled faintly and held up her palm. “You want five hundred?”
Her older brother’s eyes lit up. He nodded eagerly. “That’ll do, that’ll do!”
Xiao Ling wound up and slapped him across the face. “Then here’s your five-hundred-yuan beating! If that’s not enough, I’ve got more!”
Everyone gasped. “That little widow’s a force to be reckoned with! We’ll never dare mess with her again!”
