Reborn in 1980: Making Gourmet Food with My Pocket Dimension and Spiritual Spring

When I went back to my parents’ home, I saw the durian in the fridge and said I wanted to try some.

My sister-in-law sneered. “I had someone buy it for me. It was expensive!”

The whole family fell silent. Mom quietly urged me not to make a fuss.

Thinking of all I’d done for my younger brother over the years, my heart turned cold as ice.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back ten years in the past, just after my family had forced me to marry Zhang Jianjun, a stern-faced military officer.

This time, I opened a restaurant with my spiritual spring space, and business flourished.

As for my family, who had drained me dry, I smiled and watched them suffer the consequences of their own actions.

But Zhang Jianjun cornered me in the kitchen. “What’s a durian? My entire savings account is yours.”

I looked up and met his deep eyes