I was reborn in the 1980s and set up a stall with ten yuan and good cooking skills. Don't fight, don't fight, work hard, a bowl of hot noodle soup warms the whole family, makes the neighborhood fragrant, and the days become more and more prosperous. When the courtyard door creaked, I was sitting in front of the stove choosing beans. When I looked up, I saw Zhang Cuilan standing uneasily outside the threshold with a basket of eggs. The basket was heavy, the eggs were neatly arranged, and it was covered with a blue cloth, as if to avoid being bumped.
I know in my heart that it will not be easy for her to come here.
Over the years, she has given me many obstacles overtly and covertly. When I first got married, I cooked a pot of steamed buns, and she would tell everyone when I met, "The three younger brothers and sisters are loose-handed and live carelessly." Later, when I set up a stall selling braised pork rice, she said angrily, "It's not respectable for a woman to be in the public eye."
I listened to these words and remembered them, but I didn't take them seriously. After living for so many years in your previous life, what kind of cold face have you never seen? The more you argue with her, the more excited she becomes.
