A Widow's Daughter Is Hard to Win

Xu Tiao has had a hard life.

Ever since she was little, she has lived through turmoil. She grew up in the countryside, where even a sweet little girl like her could barely get enough to eat.

Just when she finally married and started living well, and her family was exonerated so she could return to the city with her biological father, her husband died in the line of duty.

Her father was so devastated by the blow that he could no longer get back on his feet. Xu Tiao shouldered her luggage and handled her husband's funeral herself. After traveling thousands of miles, she finally returned to the capital, with her husband's comrade following behind her.

"Thank you, Brother Feng. My husband..." She could not finish before tears fell. Her pale face, swollen red eyes, and every graceful movement of hers had a captivating allure.

Feng Qin's gaze darkened, and his voice turned hoarse. He pushed a red envelope containing three thousand yuan into her hand, refusing to take no for an answer. "Since you call me big brother, don't stand on ceremony. I promised him I'd take care of you and the child."

The carefree, forthright man, who had always lived life on his own terms, felt a burning sting across his back, as though someone had stabbed him hard with a knife. He acted as if he felt nothing, but his gaze traveled over her, every glance making his breath catch.

A widow and her child... How could he stand by and do nothing?

-

"Brother Feng, you're such a good person." Holding her daughter, the woman smiled with gentle relief. At last, a smile reached her eyes, and she had filled out a little, too.

The eldest son of the Feng family, who drove three hours to visit whenever he had leave, all so he could help her buy and wash vegetables, slowly dried his hands.

"No need to thank me, little Tiao."

He wanted to hear her call him big brother in bed even more.

-

When Xu Tiao returned to the capital, she had not yet recovered from the grief of losing her husband, and her father's health was failing, too. The last thing left in the family was the old signboard of Qinghe Ji.

Twenty years ago, everyone within a hundred miles knew Qinghe Ji. Its chef had such extraordinary skill that he could turn even a simple plate of scrambled eggs into a work of art.

The only drawback was that the restaurant served just ten tables a day, with a set menu and no ordering from the menu. Even with all those rules, diners kept coming in droves.

When the old customers heard that Qinghe Ji had reopened, they hurried over, only to find that the chef was no longer the cheerful, chubby man. Instead, it was a slender, delicate woman, with a graceful figure and lovely features. This...

Could food made by her really taste good?

Everyone wondered.

But no one expected that once it opened, a table would be worth a fortune.

Carefree little chef x refined scoundrel of an old man

Theme: Food is the paramount necessity of the people