I don't have a name.
As far back as I can remember, I have been begging in the Chenghuang Temple. I was hungry for two days and swallowed my saliva while staring at the steamer of the steamed bun stall.
That day I tripped over a thief who was trying to steal my money bag, and the fat aunt who had it stolen asked me if I wanted to go back home with her.
I said, can you eat enough?
She said, enough.
She named me Lin Aman, who means the barn is full of grain and the bowl is full of grain.
Later I found out that she was the manager of the kitchen at Zhenwuhou Mansion.
And I, from the little beggar squatting at the foot of the wall, turned into the little maid keeping the fire in the back kitchen of the Hou Mansion.
Wash vegetables, light the fire, learn to read, and watch Chef Zhang cooking.
Chuntao divided me into peach cakes, Aunt Zhang spoke for me, Aunt Lin kept silent but she knew what was going on.
The days are passing by, and the job is getting fuller and fuller day by day.
This is the story of a little beggar who works in the back kitchen of the Hou Mansion, slowly eats his fill and grows up.
