The Queen of Medicinal Diet Breastfeeds at the Police Station

On the cold bench of the police station, Chen Zhen hugged the feverish baby Lele tightly. Her thin clothes could not withstand the cold of late autumn. Across the street, the policeman's sighs were mixed with Yu Qiang's roar on the phone: "Don't rely on me, you bastard!" The despair of having the deposit taken away by a rogue agency had not yet dissipated, and the sound of banging on the door to press for rent rang out again outside the dilapidated rental house. The milk bottle in her arms rolled down, and the low-quality milk powder mixed with tears spread on the hem of her uniform trousers into a messy gray patch. At this moment, she tasted all the bitterness and saltiness of the world - but she didn't know that this soul-tempering taste would eventually turn into a bowl of "goddess soup" that would attract thousands of people. What was hotter than the soup was the flames of revenge and the eyes of the man handing her an umbrella in the snow.