When Su Wan arrived in the 1980s, her family was extremely poor.
There was only an iron pot with a broken edge and half a can of lard on the stove.
No one thought she could make any waves.
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Later, she went to the county food factory, where a plate of twice-cooked pork made the workshop director eat three bowls of rice.
Later, when she went to the provincial capital, a bowl of three-cup chicken made the head chef of a state-owned hotel put down his chopsticks and asked:
"Who is your master?"
Later she opened her own store, and there was a queue at the door every day.
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Ask her how she did it?
She wiped the pot table and only replied:
"The pot is in my hand, and my stomach is in my hand."
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking!