Lin Jian opened his eyes slightly and became a little widow who had just passed away to the Gu family for three months.
In a leaky thatched hut, there were two skinny little beans, half a bag of moldy brown rice, and an iron pot with a chipped edge.
Everyone in the village said that the Gu family would have to break up sooner or later.
Lin Jianwei looked at the wasteland at the foot of the mountain and felt that it was not a big problem.
Living in poverty? Then start with a hot pot of wild vegetable porridge.
No food? Digging bamboo shoots, picking mushrooms, catching fish, making pickles, and steaming rice cakes.
No money? Set up a small stall, sell morning food first, then snacks, plant vegetables in the small yard, and raise chickens, ducks and geese one by one.
She originally just wanted to raise her two children and live a stable life, but unexpectedly her business became more and more prosperous:
There are long queues at the food stalls at the entrance of the village.
Shopkeepers in the town rushed to order her pickles and bacon.
Even her relatives, who originally looked down on her, looked down on her with shy faces.
Lin Jianwei: Don't get involved, I'm busy making money.
But she never expected that the Orion husband who was rumored to have died outside would come back one day despite the wind and frost.
The man stood outside the courtyard gate, staring at her newly built kitchen, the courtyard full of chickens and ducks, and the two young and tender children. He was silent for a long time and asked in a low voice:
"This is... My home?"
Mission: Food and love cannot be disappointed.
