Three days after the wedding, the General’s household ran out of food.
When Shen Wan arrived in this world, someone was holding her head down as she bowed at the wedding ceremony.
Her husband went missing on campaign. Some said he was dead; others said that even if he came back alive, he’d be a cripple.
Before the wedding, her legitimate elder sister had cried and refused to get into the sedan chair, so their father had pushed Shen Wan into the marriage in her place. Only after she arrived did Shen Wan learn that the second branch of the family had long had its eye on the estate and would be delighted if she were widowed.
Shen Wan looked at the well in the courtyard and the few acres of barren land, then at the twelve taels and three coins in the accounts. Forget it. Better to rely on herself than on anyone else.
In her previous life, she had kneaded dough, fried mushrooms, and cooked tens of thousands of dishes. She couldn’t let a lack of food defeat her in this life.
Later, Xie Heng really did come back. With one leg crippled, he stood at his own front door and saw a long line stretching down the alley, everyone holding a bowl of steaming hot food.
He stared for a long while, then turned to the person beside him and asked, “Is this… my house?”
The person didn’t even turn around. “Get in line. No cutting.”
