The Flowers in the 60 Factory Don't Get Back Together, and the Cold-Blooded Officer Is Going Crazy.

[The momentary pleasure of breaking off the engagement + chasing my wife's crematorium + long flowing water + double cleansing + making a fortune with gourmet food + group portrait compound] Xie Yunru stayed up late to change the recipe, and when she opened her eyes, she became the cannon fodder factory flower who dislikes the poor and loves the rich in the literature of the times. The beginning is the Shura scene: the cold-faced soldier comes to break off the engagement, and the family forces her to marry a bald old man. She said she dislikes being poor and loves being rich, so she deserves to be fired? He tore up the marriage certificate with his backhand and ended up clean. The marriage did not work out, so she put on her apron and returned to her old career. A bowl of chili sauce fills the machinery factory with fragrance, and a piece of scallion pancake makes the kid next door cry. While others were still scratching their heads over a foot of cloth tickets, she had quietly made a fortune relying on her craftsmanship. Are you from the countryside uneducated? She uses modern food recipes to make the canteen's big pot rice top-notch! That she has no beauty? The peach cake recipe she prepared at random attracted state-owned food factories to come to her door to ask for cooperation. What? Does your ex-fiancé still want to get back together? Sorry, don't good food and career sound good? She wants to be a householder worth ten thousand yuan, and a man will only affect the speed at which she can make money! · "Help me deal with the best relatives, and when I successfully get a room, I'll settle everything with you, and I'll give you free hot sauce for another year." "It doesn't matter. I have a big appetite and can't eat enough for a year. I'm applying for a long-term meal package." "???" The deputy section chief Lu who had said with a cold face, "Let's give up on this marriage," is now standing at the door with a pork belly in his hand, speaking plausibly. Xie Lanya gritted his teeth: "Lu Zhengqing, can you have some backbone? The marriage certificate has been torn up." Lu Zhengqing patted the flour on his body and silently squatted in front of her stove to add firewood: "The bones are not as fragrant as your braised pork."