Widows Are Hard to Find

Xu Tiao had a hard life. Not to mention the turmoil when I was young, I remember that in the countryside, a good little girl didn't even have enough to eat. I finally got married and lived a good life, my family was rehabilitated, and I was able to return to the city with my biological father, but my lover died. Her father was severely beaten and unable to recover. Xu Tiao carried her luggage to take care of her lover's funeral. After traveling thousands of miles, she finally returned to Beijing, with her lover's comrades behind him. "Thank you, Brother Feng, I love him..." Tears fell before he finished speaking. His pale face, red and swollen eyes, and his movements were alluring. Feng Qin darkened his eyes and became mute. There was three thousand yuan in the red paper bag, which he stuffed into her hand involuntarily, "Since you call me big brother, don't be polite. I promise him to take care of you two." The man who had been unruly and unruly all his life felt a burning pain on his back, as if someone had stabbed him with a sharp knife. He seemed unconscious, and his eyes fell, and his breathing became tight everywhere. Orphans and widowers... How could he be willing to stand by and watch. - "Brother Feng, you are such a good person." The woman held her daughter in her arms and smiled softly and reassuringly. Her eyes were finally smiling, and her face was fuller. Whenever she was on vacation, she would drive three hours here just to help her buy and wash vegetables, Mr. Feng, to slowly dry his hands. "You're welcome, Sister Tiao." This time, brother, he wanted to hear her call on the couch even more. - Xu Tiao returned to the capital. She had not yet recovered from the pain of losing her husband, and her father's health could no longer hold on. The last thing left in the family was the old plaque of Qingheji. Twenty years ago, no one within a hundred miles knew about Ching Hutchison. The cook was so good at cooking that he could cook even a simple scrambled egg. The only regret is that there are only ten tables open a day, and the menu has been set, and no ordering is allowed. There are still so many requests, which cannot stop the diners coming one after another. When the old diners heard that Ching Hutchison had reopened for business, they rushed over one after another, only to see that the cook was no longer the fat man with a smile, but a thin and frail woman with a graceful figure and delicate features. This... Can this dish be delicious? Everyone was suspicious. But I didn't expect that this time, a table would be worth a fortune. Heartless little cook✖️Simple scum old thing Mission: Food is the first priority for the people