Chen Changan died suddenly and woke up to find that he was a low-level security guard with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan.
Not only did the family live in poverty, but they were also looked down upon by others.
But looking at the cramped rental house, he saw the beautiful wife who was three years older than him, gentle and virtuous, and broke up with the family for him, and the four-year-old daughter who was soft and cute in her arms and shouted "Daddy".
Chen Changan secretly swore: In this life, I will never let these two women suffer any injustice again!
Low salary? The brains of business elites in previous lives, making some night market snacks and starting a side business are simply a dimensionality reduction blow!
Being looked down upon? When his roadside stall turns into a late-night canteen where it's hard to find a meal, when big guys from all walks of life line up just to have a bite of his food...
Everyone's jaw dropped: "You call this a little security guard?!"
In response, Chen Changan just put on an apron, held a bowl of hot noodle soup, and looked at his wife tenderly: "Honey, taste the saltiness."
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There is no senseless anger, no green tea dog blood.
This is the story of a low-level security guard who, with his hands and his wife and children, makes his life more prosperous, warm and healing, with three meals a day and four seasons.
Reader comments
It's quite everyday and heartwarming, with no grand narrative, no revenge and quarreling.
Very good
It's quite everyday and heartwarming, with no grand narrative, no revenge and quarreling. Very good