In order to save the sick girl, Shen Nianan signed a deed and gave herself to the cold-faced chef in Xinghua Village, Lu Chen.
He was tall and tall, full of evil aura. During the day, the sword he used to chop bones was so fast that only an afterimage could be seen. The whole village said that this delicate flower fell into the hands of evil people and would be tortured to death in three days.
The village women were waiting to see her laugh, and the scholar's ex-husband was waiting for her to turn around in tears.
Unexpectedly, the man who was so fierce during the day that he could stop a child from crying at night would wrap her in his arms with his big hands stained with smoke and smoke at night, and coax her over and over again in a hoarse voice: "My dear Sui'er, if you scream nicer... I'll give you my life."
Everyone thought she had fallen into a den of tigers and wolves, but who knew she had fallen into a den of blessings. The food he ate was the game he hunted in the mountains and the fat fish he caught in the river. Everything was close to her and her daughter. What he wore was new cotton cloth that he had worked hard to earn money for. It was soft and warm. Seeing her prosperous life, the ruthless and ungrateful scholar ex-husband felt regretful and came to ask for help: "Shen Nian'an, you are my wife after all!" Before he finished speaking, a bone-chopping knife buzzed into the door panel, and Lu Chen pushed his wife in With a tug in his arms, his eyes were so cold that he said: "She eats my food and sleeps on my bed. Who do you think you are, and you dare to come and ask for my woman?" Later, the couple's love spread all over the country, and they opened one restaurant after another. Shen Nian'an held her recovered daughter and held her fat son in her arms. She looked at the wealth in front of her and was surrounded by the tall man behind her. The man's chin was pressed against her ear, and his breath was hot: "My good wife, I'm tired of the meat in the restaurant. Tonight... I want to eat you."
