Qin Shufen was reborn. When she opened her eyes, she was kneeling at the door of the state-owned hotel, holding a freshly torn resignation letter in her hand. A moment ago, she was freezing to death in the ice and snow. Her husband and her best friend teamed up to drive her out of the house, and even her son was snatched away. But in this life, she felt the crumpled food stamp in her pocket and the gleaming cookbook in her mind. The next day, she set up a pot in the south of the city, and the aroma wafted out of three streets. The buyers from the supply and marketing cooperative came after smelling the smell, as did the second-tier dealers from the black market, and even the cold-faced clerk from the street office came to line up with his daughter. Qin Shufen pondered as she tossed the spoon: What I owed me in my previous life must be paid back in this life. But she didn't expect that before the first payment was collected, the woman who robbed her son was already standing in front of her stall.
