In the early years, when betel nuts were not yet available in small towns, my father relied on his craftsmanship to cook betel nuts and set up a stall to sell them to support the family. Most of the flavors are sesame and cinnamon oil, which are very popular among people. As time goes by, people's tastes change, and gradually my father's traditional craftsmanship is replaced. My parents are old and unable to support the family. I have not graduated from college and have gone out to work. Until my parents passed away one after another, I returned to the small town determined to take over my father's craft. The next year, I got married on a blind date to an ordinary, honest local man who had no feelings. He loved me very much, but I had no feelings for him. The next year, I chose to divorce due to a quarrel, and I continued to sell betel nuts in a betel nut shop. In the past few years, I was suppressed by the big guys in the same industry, cheated, and suffered ups and downs. Later, I successfully entered the northern market. I found out that my ex-husband was silently guarding me
