The neighbors of Tianshui House in Bianjing all know that Ah Man is the most difficult woman to mess with here. It's not because she is eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, and can carry a hundred kilograms of rice bags on her own. The main thing is the "Barbarian Little Restaurant" she opened. The braised pork is fat but not greasy, and melts in the mouth. It makes people so greedy that they can't walk away. If they don't eat for a day, they will feel scratchy. Who dares to mess with her because of this stutter? Aman was very satisfied with this. She had long since washed her hands of herself. She just wanted to be an ordinary retired cook, counting coins every day and watching the busy but lively "babies" in the tiles - the singing songbird, the storyteller, the acrobatic monkey... Her life was enjoyable. Until the newly arrived dignitary Yameni took a fancy to this Feng Shui treasure land and came to the door with his evil slaves, threatening to raze the house to the ground and turn it into his private horse farm. Yanei pointed at Ah Man's nose and smiled scornfully: "How dare a strong butcher woman block my way?" Ah Man slowly took off his greasy apron, clenched his fists, and his joints made a crisp sound like exploding beans. The people in Washe behind her were trembling with fear, but not because of her, but because of the Yanai who did not know whether to live or die. Because they suddenly remembered a name that resounded throughout the capital ten years ago - the women's sumo "Zhenshan Tuo". Legend has it that she once engaged in sumo wrestling in front of the emperor and knocked the strongest Mongolian warrior to the ground with one move. Looking at the group of "babies" she was protecting behind her, Aman grinned, showing her white teeth: "You dare to touch my people? It seems that if I don't press you to the ground and rub you today, you don't know who has the final say in this house!"
