>When my father engaged me, the other party was a famous young general.
>On the day of his triumphant return, he broke off the engagement in public: "Shen Sanniang is plump and not a good match for me."
>I accepted the divorce letter with a smile and turned around to set up a soup cake stall next to the inn.
>The aroma of freshly baked sesame cakes spread far and wide, and even the general's horse refused to leave.
>He threw the money with a cold face: "It tastes bad." But he came to report every day.
>Until that night when he climbed over the wall and was admitted to hospital, he happened upon me making sober soup.
>"Don't you think the general thinks I'm fat?" I scooped up a spoonful and poured it into the swill bucket.
>He suddenly hugged my waist from behind: "... I'm afraid I'm not worthy."
