Thirty-two years old, slightly fat, with a college degree, divorced and raising a child.
Fang Nanxing thought her life would be like this - working as the only female chef in a top hotel in Shanghai, falling in love with pots and pans every day, riding a scooter home from get off work to eat her mother's pickled vegetables.
Until one day, the boss behind the hotel parachuted in for an inspection.
Jiang Yuan, the only son of the Jiang Group, is 1.9 Meters tall and handsome. One look can silence a board of directors. He sat at table No. 8, Asked to see the head chef by name, then pushed the Longjing shrimp she made in front of her and said, "No problem. I just want to see you."
Fang Nanxing:? Ill?
Later, he blocked her in the dressing room and kissed her wildly, and said aggrievedly: "You can't read back thirteen days."
Fang Nanxing:... Are you counting the days?
"I'm counting the hours."
What's even worse is that her first love from a wealthy family who was dumped by her six years ago also came back, taking her and his daughter with him, saying that he would pursue her again.
Two heirs to a wealthy family, one is more handsome than the other, and the other is more difficult to deal with.
But Fang Nanxing just wanted to ride her chugging electric car and go back to the kitchen to cook.
One heroine, two handsome characters, one is crazier than the other, and one is more clingy than the other.
But this is not a Mary Sue story.
This is the story of a woman who relied on her own craftsmanship and a heart that would not bow in the face of any difficulties. After establishing a foothold in this city, she was seen, respected, and fell madly in love with two equally outstanding men.
Fang Nanxing is not beautiful. Not young. There is no system cheat. There is no rebirth again.
Only if you bloom, the breeze will come.
