By day, she’s the elegant, well-mannered Mrs. Gu, who even cuts her steak at the perfect angle.
By night, she’s the most popular kebab vendor at the night market, scattering cumin more wildly than anyone else.
A marriage between wealthy families, each seeking what they needed, bound Lin Wanwan, a bankrupt heiress, to the aloof CEO Gu Yanshen.
Three months into their marriage, they treated each other with icy politeness. He came and went at all hours, while she kept quiet and played the perfect pretend wife.
Then one evening, while “happening to be passing by” the night market to inspect a commercial property, Gu Yanshen witnessed something that made his eyes widen in shock.
His contract wife, who wore designer gowns and spoke softly, was now sweating over a smoky grill in an oil-stained apron, working so skillfully she could compete on Barbecue 101.
Gu Yanshen: “...”
Lin Wanwan: “...”
They stared at each other. The only sounds were the crackle of charcoal and the tempting aroma of grilled skewers.
The supposedly helpless flower turned out to be a self-reliant powerhouse.
The supposedly icy workaholic turned out to be a secret super foodie.
From then on, a regular stop appeared on CEO Gu’s schedule: at seven every evening, he showed up at Wanwan’s Kebab Stall. He complained that the plastic stools hurt his backside while polishing off ten lamb skewers and five chicken wings.
Employees noticed that their boss had recently started leaving work early, and always smelled mysteriously of barbecue.
A financial magazine photographed the president of the Gu Group at a university town’s night market late at night, sitting on a little stool and gazing rapturously at a grilled eggplant.
