Transmigrating into the life of an orphaned girl who fled to Hong Kong, with a kid in tow? Shen Qiao laughed. This sea is my gold mine!
1980, Hong Kong’s waterfront.
Everyone looks down on her as an “Ah Can.” She lives in a shack, hawks stinky fish, and watches her fiancé run off with her money before turning around and marrying a rich heiress.
Shen Qiao retaliates by smashing a stinky fish against the rotten peach blossom: “If you can eat salted fish, you can stand the thirst. Since you think I’m too salty, don’t blame me when I turn sweet and fresh one day!”
She carves out a path through the blood and chaos of the docks, mastering the knack of judging freshness by a fish’s gills. She rises from shellfish picker to official inspector.
The young master of an ice factory, Huo Jingzhou, is rumored to be gloomy and ruthless, so fearsome even the marine police don’t dare provoke him. Yet he falls for her stubborn backbone.
Her scumbag ex goes bankrupt and comes crawling back, begging to get back together? Shen Qiao tosses a basket of crabs into his face. “What does it have to do with me if he’s down on his luck? I’m Shen Qiao. I don’t pick up trash. This life is a bridge made for people to cross. I’ll walk my path to the end on my own.”
