Ruyi Zao

Shen Ruyi woke up from the cold well and returned to the age of 26 when she had been widowed for half a year and her family was destitute. The memories of the past life are like knives - the children who starved to death, the family property that was eaten away by their relatives, and the deep well that swallowed up despair. This time, when she opened her eyes, she saw old burn scars on her palms and the last dying ember in the stove. The clan uncle came to visit again, with a warm smile and every word, "It's for your own good" and "I'll pass on the heir". She no longer lowered her head, and silently and firmly blocked the first rope around her neck with a bowl of clear porridge and a piece of coarse cake. Starting from a creaking wooden cart at the alley, With a pair of scarred but steady hands, she Let the coarse multi-grain noodles turn into crispy suncakes, Let the cheap wild vegetables and flax burst out with the unique fragrance "the most delicious in Qingzhou". Food is a knife that cuts through the hypocritical web of patriarchal ethics; Craftsmanship is a shield, protecting the mother-in-law who is getting straighter and straighter, and the children who have the spark in their eyes again. However, the brighter the fire, the darker the shadow. The calculations of the family members never stop, and the coveting of wealthy businessmen in the same industry is getting closer and closer. Shen Ruyi rolled up her sleeves, revealing the faint but tough scar from the tiger's mouth. This time, her battlefield is the fireworks in the market, between her lips and teeth, and she uses the warmest food to earn a dignity and life that cannot be destroyed in the coldest world. This is a story about rebirth, but not just about revenge. This is a story about a woman who uses the remaining warmth in the palm of her hand to rekindle the fire in the hearth and the fate of a family.