Her uncle and aunt wanted to sell Liu Wan to Lao Li Tou, a gambling addict who also beat people to death, in exchange for gambling debts. She fled to the end of the village overnight carrying the jam recipe left by her mother.
When she was desperate, she grabbed the sleeve of Chen Mo, a mute in the village: "I can do laundry, cook, and make sauce. If I marry you, I can afford to support this family."
Chen Mo looked at her red eyes and nodded silently.
After the wedding, Liu Wan stayed at the stove to cook jam, and the sweet and sour aroma filled the entire courtyard.
Chen Mo stood guard outside the kitchen, while she cooked sauce and he chopped firewood; when she went to set up a stall in the town, he never left her, and he would glare coldly at anyone who dared to bargain and bully her.
The red hawthorn jam, wild berry jam, apple and tangerine peel spleen-strengthening jam, and apricot jam are sweet to the hearts of the villagers.
From setting up stalls to selling food to competing for reservations in neighboring villages, from adobe houses to small green brick courtyards, life is getting sweeter day by day.
Liu Wan looked at the tall man beside her and the pair of children around her knees, and smiled and rolled her eyes.
Who says a mute husband is not considerate? His tenderness was hidden in the warm water he passed to her silently, and in the thin quilt he covered her with late at night.
A bowl of sweet and sour jam, a house filled with fireworks and warm light, this is what she wants for the rest of her life.
