In her previous life, Shen Qiaohe gave her whole heart to an ungrateful wretch.
Her husband was ruined after being attacked, and she never got justice before he died. Someone tricked her son into stealing the family's ancestral sauce recipe. She herself froze to death in a dilapidated house. In the year she died, she did not even get a single hot meal.
Heaven gave her a chance to return to the twelfth lunar month of 1977.
When she opened her eyes, that fatal bowl of bitter medicine was being brought to her husband's lips.
She slapped the bowl away, smacked the dregs onto the table, and severed ties with the family in front of the officials!
Her younger brother-in-law tried to steal the recipe, so she forced him to divide the household in front of everyone.
A major provincial-city factory used its "time-honored brand" status to steal her family's name, so she chased them into the provincial capital with a cartload of sauce and confronted them face-to-face.
The county factory director held back her soybeans and withheld her documents, so she turned around and handed the account books to the Public Security Bureau. One culprit led to another, and the old case of the stolen recipe from thirty years ago was laid bare, one piece at a time.
From setting up a stall to sell sauce to restoring the old "Shen Family Sauce Shop" sign, the man who stood by her always stayed at her side, while the son who had gone astray found his way back, step by step.
"In this life, the recipe is mine and the man is mine. Whatever you owe me, I'll make you pay back, with interest!"
This tough old woman uses a vat of aged sauce to lead her whole family to prosperity.
Face-slapping and dealing with scumbags, with no swallowing her grievances.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking