State banquet chef Su Nian travels back in time to the 1970s and became a well-known squeamish person in the military compound. When she opened her eyes, she found that her family was extremely poor, the military wife in the compound was ostracizing her, and her husband, who was rumored to be the "cold-faced king of hell" and feared by everyone, slapped the divorce report on the table. Su Nian sneered, divorce is fine, just eat first! She decisively rolled up her sleeves, picked up a large iron pot weighing several dozen kilograms, and began to stir the spoon. Stir-fried fat intestines, braised prawns, garlic spareribs, braised local chicken... The overbearing aroma hovers over the courtyard every day. Not long after, the style of painting changed - the military wives who used to scold her for being a semen would hold their bowls under the wall every day and gulp down their saliva; the soup made next door was watery and was instantly disliked by the whole family; Su Nian even turned a small dining table into a state-owned hotel and made a lot of money! As for the cold-faced rough guy who was in a hurry to get divorced? Now every day when it's time for dinner, I rush home, washing dishes and mopping the floor. At night, he blocked his delicate and soft little wife in front of the stove, pinched her waist and turned red, and said in a hoarse voice: "Daughter-in-law, I've got enough food, I'll give you my life, and I won't sign this even if I die!"
