After the divorce, I took my two children to work as the heroine of the Kitchen God in the 80s. As soon as I was fished ashore, the scumbag and the evil mother-in-law forced me to divorce in public and scolded her for having two daughters.
The heroine was completely black and unbearable, tearing up the divorce agreement on the spot and confronting the mother and son in public.
She left home and moved into a leaky shabby house with nothing but two little girls who were trembling with hunger.
The heroine used the remaining whole grains and wild vegetables to change the taste and made something delicious that the whole village had never tasted before, allowing her daughter to be fed and warm for the first time.
When they first met the cold and rough guy next door, they bonded over a bowl of hot soup. The hero began to silently protect his wife and children. Reborn from the ashes, angrily tears up the scumbag's divorce papers
