On a freezing bench at the police station, Chen Zhen clutches Lele, her feverish baby, as her thin clothes fail to keep out the late-autumn cold. Across from her, a police officer sighs while Yu Qiang roars over the phone: “Don’t try to pin that bastard on me!” She has barely begun to recover from the despair of having her deposit stolen by a crooked rental agent when the landlord’s pounding on the door of her shabby apartment. The baby bottle rolls away, and cheap formula mingles with her tears, leaving a miserable gray-white stain on the legs of her uniform trousers. In that moment, she tastes all the world’s bitter, briny cruelty. She has no idea that this soul-tempering ordeal will one day simmer into a “Goddess Soup” that wins over millions, and that even hotter than the soup will be the flames of revenge and the gaze of the man who offers her an umbrella in the snow.
I can only support it, it's like a mystery book [face covering]