After Setting up a Stall to Make Soup, the Prison Clerk Came Every Day

On the day my grandma was buried, my aunt forced me to marry a fifty-year-old wealthy businessman, hoping to take over the small courtyard my grandma left for me. I threw out the deed to the house and kicked the people out, then turned around and set up a stall at the entrance of the alley. Spring bamboo shoots and tofu soup, black plum cold syrup, chestnut chicken soup - five cents a bowl, sold only to neighbors. Business had just started to pick up, and someone was watching me across the street. Fushenglou wanted to buy a house, and the government office filed a lawsuit against me, accusing me of unclean water in the well. The whole town is staring at my soup. Gu Yan, the prison clerk, told me: "The taste of this bowl of soup is exactly the same as the bowl the deceased drank from in an old case ten years ago." It turned out that what they wanted was not soup at all. It was this bowl of soup that contained something they had been afraid of for ten years. The more they want it, the less I will give it. The soup needs to be boiled bowl by bowl, and the accounts need to be settled one by one. Spring bamboo shoots and tofu soup, black plum cold syrup, chestnut chicken soup, radish and beef bone warm soup... There are no delicacies from the mountains and seas, only a bowl of hot soup that the neighbors can afford. Gu Yan, the clerk in the execution room of the government office, would come to buy a bowl every day after returning from handling cases. He is taciturn, has a photographic memory, and has never made a mistake in handling three thousand files. Everyone said that the scribe was just stopping by to drink some soup. Only I know that when he drank my spring bamboo shoots and tofu soup for the first time, his hand paused. Later I realized that the taste of this bowl of soup was almost the same as the last bowl the deceased drank in an old case ten years ago. A bowl of soup brings out an old case. He taught me to collect evidence and fight back against colleagues' rumors and blackmail. I use the craftsmanship left behind by my grandma to make my life sweet. Until the day someone poured blood on my door. Gu Yan said: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." I said: "No need