The day Liu Cuiping was kicked out of the house by her stepmother, she only took away an iron pot. She squatted under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, her chest pressed against her back from hunger, and was brought home by a mute carpenter with a bowl of hot noodle soup. The mute cannot speak, but he is good-looking and his home is clean. Okay, just get married, there's nowhere to go anyway. She rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen, where a pot of braised pork came out. It was so fragrant that half the village came to pick up the walls. The proprietress of Zuixianlou in town smelled the smell and came and said she wanted to buy her prescription. Liu Cuiping slapped the spatula on the chopping board and refused to sell it. This is a hornet's nest. The gangsters came to destroy the stall, the colleagues came to make trouble, and even the boring gourd man was found out. Okay, since you want to play, let's play big. She, Liu Cuiping, knew nothing but how to use a pot to live a prosperous life.
