On the day Liu Yueniang was divorced, she didn't cry or make a fuss. She took the divorce letter, turned around and bought a dilapidated tofu shop with the last copper plate she had. Her husband's family laughed that she couldn't survive, and the neighbors were waiting to see the joke.
The tofu she made was as white as snow and as tender as fat. A bowl of tofu was thrown out, overturning Mrs. Xue's century-old restaurant and the stagnant water of the border town. But in this world, it is the original sin for a woman to show her face.
Some people want her to close her door, some want her to get married, and some want her life. She doesn't. Not only does she want to open the tofu shop, but she also wants to open it as the first one in a border town.
But she didn't expect that Wen Run, the grain officer who came to buy tofu every day, actually hid a huge secret. He smiled and asked her, Mrs. Liu, do you dare to sell your tofu to the capital? She didn't know that it wasn't just her tofu that he was eyeing.
