After traveling through time and becoming a small village girl in ancient times, she was almost beaten to death, but Li Banyue recognized her.
The family was surrounded by poverty, the rice jar was bottomed out, and the younger brother's wife couldn't afford to pay. My father went to the pier to carry sandbags, and my mother was so worried that she shed tears.
She rolled up her sleeves and relied on her cooking skills to support her family.
Dried fish, fish soup, and fish jelly are all delivered to the market, and the copper coins are collected one by one in the pocket.
Before things got better, my father picked up a poor young man.
Shen Jinbao, a well-known dandy young master in Huanglong County, a cockfighting lackey, a bitch and a bitch, is now lame on one leg and staying in her woodshed.
"Fat girl, your dried fish is pretty good, but there's just too much salt."
"Fat girl, your soup is good. It would be even better if you add two drops of vinegar."
"Fat girl..."
Li Banyue couldn't bear it anymore: "You go ahead."
Shen Jinbao leaned against the door frame and smiled carelessly: "I can only eat but not cook. But is my tongue worth a bowl of rice for you?"
She said the dandy smell on him could not be washed away.
He said she was too soft-hearted and would be deceived sooner or later.
Later, her restaurants opened all over Daning Dynasty, and he sat under the oldest jujube tree in the backyard and peeled water chestnuts for her.
"Fat girl, I will fall into your hands for the rest of my life."
Li Banyue looked at him and smiled secretly: It's not certain who will fall into whose hands.
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Purpose: Struggle rewrites life
