Her name is Zhao Xiulan, a fifty-year-old rural woman who has been used as a free nanny by her children all her life.
In her previous life, she was humiliated in public at her second daughter-in-law's wedding, but she endured it. Then he was rejected by his son, pushed down by his daughter-in-law, and thrown into a nursing home like a burden. The bed sores were infested with maggots and no one cared about them. He was so hungry that he gnawed on the bed boards without anyone asking him to do anything. He was found dead for a week.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the wedding scene.
The brother-in-law who called her a "yellow-faced woman" in her previous life spoke again.
This time, she couldn't bear it.
She threw the soup basin, smashed the banquet, and scolded the whole family.
"Chen Jianmin, divorce! From today on, I don't have sons and daughters like you! From now on, I, Zhao Xiulan, will only live for myself!"
Her six-year-old grandson chased her out and hugged her leg.
"Grandma, Doudou is coming with you!"
She set up a stall at the night market, selling "crazy hot and sour noodles".
Six-year-old Doudou helps her remember customers, fight bad guys, and act as a koi fish.
Unexpectedly, a bowl of rice noodles would reveal a shocking story.
The down-and-out old man who comes to eat noodles every day is the founder of Deyuelou in the provincial capital.
He looked at Zhao Xiulan with tears streaming down his face: "Nanny, Dad has been looking for you for forty years!"
It turns out that she is the real daughter of a wealthy family in the provincial capital and the eldest lady who was abducted by human traffickers.
The ex-husband's family knelt at the door of the hotel and begged for forgiveness.
The three children who thought she was embarrassed at first are now kneeling neatly.
She hugged Doudou and walked past them without even looking at them.
"In this life, I only live for myself. Whoever treats me well will be treated well to me. Whoever treats me badly is none of my business."
What's wrong with not recognizing your ancestors until you're fifty?
You have to be fifty to understand what happened?
It's never too late as long as you start.
