Su Qingyue wakes up in the 1980s in the body of a meek young wife who gets pushed around.
The first thing she does is take medicine from her space supermarket to save her daughter, who has a raging fever.
The second is to leave her mother-in-law speechless after she points a finger and starts yelling.
Her husband is cold? No problem, she can work on her own.
Her in-laws are mean? So what, she’ll split from the family and make it on her own.
She trades two liang of sugar for six eggs and saves up her first bit of capital.
She cooks up milk candies in an iron pot that taste even better than the ones at the supply and marketing cooperative, then turns her little workshop into a big factory.
The man who is “as cold as ice” starts helping her chop firewood, standing up for her, and handing over his entire demobilization allowance to buy stock for her business.
Late one night, he gives her a wooden plaque engraved with “Qingyue’s”: “I’ll keep track of everyone you’ve helped.”
Later, her sisters-in-law become her right-hand women, and her sharp-tongued mother-in-law secretly brings eggs for her granddaughter.
Every woman in the village wants to work with her, because following Su Qingyue means being able to hold your head high and make a living.
Years later, someone asks how Boss Su made it big.
She smiles. “Nothing special. I just wanted my daughter to have candy to eat every day.”
