When she opened her eyes, Liu Xing'er became a young widow in the Republic of China. Her husband had just died and was thrown out by her husband's family, leaving only three coins on her body. She squatted under the wall with a copper plate in her hands, wondering whether the modern food marketing method could open up sales these days. He Mantun, a vegetable seller at Chengdong Vegetable Market, felt sorry for her and gave her half a basket of rotten vegetables on credit. She washed and pickled them, mixed them with her husband's secret recipe that she found out from the memory of the original owner, and made several jars of pickles to sell at the stall. On the first day, someone smashed up the stall, claiming that they were stealing the business of Shenjia Sauce Garden. Liu Xing'er patted the dirt on her body, picked up the broken jar and took a taste. Don't tell me, this taste is much better than what is sold in modern supermarkets. She looked up at the people smashing the stalls, grinned, and went back to tell you, grandma, that I will still set up the stalls in the same place tomorrow.
