Three years after we broke up, my ex-boyfriend suddenly blocked the door late at night, took out his underworld work badge, and said he wanted to arrest me and take me back to be Mrs. Meng. I backhandedly opened a spicy hotpot restaurant, and it was so delicious that even the king of hell would queue up. Now he is kneeling in front of the store begging to get back together, just to be my free food sampler.
