Winter, 1977. The night of my wedding.
My husband, Lu Zhan, pushed the only bowl of plain congee toward me, then turned and headed for the seaside. Looking at my young face reflected in the bowl, I realized I’d been reborn. I was back at twenty-two.
In my previous life, I’d been an executive at a restaurant group, but I died alone at forty-seven. This time, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes again.
My husband was a retired war hero. A leg injury had left him unable to defend his country, and he spent his days in silence. The village’s awful relatives made life difficult, supplies were scarce, and our house was bare. But none of that could defeat me. I had the management skills I’d gained in my previous life, an ancestral pocket dimension, and extraordinary cooking skills.
Starting with a bowl of seafood and dough-drop soup, I would win everyone over with food on this barren island.
First, I’d open a food stall. Tomorrow, I’d build a cold-storage warehouse, lease fishing boats, start an aquaculture business, open a chain of restaurants, and develop tourism. I’d build my own fishing empire!
And what about my cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside war-hero husband?
He kept finding more reasons to stay close to me, and the way he looked at me grew increasingly strange.
One night, he held my hand and said, “The battlefield is where you defend your country. Protecting you and this island is a battlefield too.”
I wanted to say, “Lu Zhan, this time, we’ll win together.”
Reborn in the 1970s + getting rich through food + building a life on an island + marriage first, love later. I’m ready. How about you?
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