38-Year-old Su Qingmei worked as a free nanny for half her life. In exchange for her husband's cheating on her, her biological daughter found her embarrassing and gave her the chicken soup she had cooked all afternoon to her mistress.
Su Qingmei did not cry or make trouble, chopped up the mahogany dining table with a kitchen knife, took the divorce certificate and left the house.
Everyone laughed at this wizened, yellow-faced woman who would come back and kneel down to beg for mercy after only three days.
Until that snowy night, at the riverside pier where fish and dragons were mixed, Su Qingmei set up a big iron pot and made sailors on the whole river cry with a hot serving of fried pork intestines.
The gangsters came to stir up the pot. Su Qingmei picked up the red-hot tongs and was about to fight. Huo Ye, the 26-year-old living hell king who was in charge of the entire river shipping route, kicked over the table of the gangsters with his full body.
The man's muscles flexed, and he held a cigarette in his mouth and smashed a stack of ten pieces of unity on the chopping board: "The two hundred brothers under me will all eat from Boss Su from now on! Whoever dares to offend her, I will do it first!"
Later, when the scumbag husband went bankrupt and lived on the street, his daughter cried and begged for forgiveness.
But all they saw was Huo Ye, the once famous Jiang Yu tycoon, wearing an apron, holding Su Qingmei in front of the stove with scarlet eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Boss Su, I cut half a ton of onions for you, can you give me a credit tonight?"
Reader comments
I like this kind of inspirational novel on the way up.
A divorced woman made a living by relying on her cooking skills. There is also a little wolfdog beside me, accompanying me all the way.
I like this kind of inspirational novel on the way up.
A divorced woman made a living by relying on her cooking skills. There is also a little wolfdog beside me, accompanying me all the way.