I just dressed up as an elite military wife in the 1980s, and I have a poor family. My three biological children are so thin that they look like enemies. My husband, an officer who is thousands of miles away, is even more disheartened by me and treats me like nothing!
What a hellish start!
Fortunately, the god-level [vital kitchen] system is activated! As long as you cook with ingredients that contain "vitality", can everything be nourished?
How could a mediocre bowl of steamed egg custard make the kids who hate me so much turn their backs on the spot and hug my thighs and call me mommy? A dish of wild vegetable dumplings caused all the military wives in the hospital to line up in the middle of the night, waving their money and begging me to sell one?
From then on, relying on my amazing cooking skills, I started a food craze in the compound!
Raise cubs, fight for the best, start a career, make a lot of money, and live a prosperous life!
But when the man who abandoned his wife and children and only cared about the army came back...
Seeing the white and plump cub I had raised, and the brand new me who was sought after by the whole hospital, his eyes turned red and he blocked the door of my kitchen: "Daughter-in-law, I was wrong. The rice is so delicious. Please let me serve it!"
I rolled my eyes: Want to eat? It's too late! Go kneel down and wear the washboard first!
