The Young Chef at the State-Run Restaurant in the 1970s

Liao Qinghuan, who used to wave a fan with delicate hands and simmer soup over a low flame, dozed off for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she had become a third-class chef at the Peace Hotel in Haicheng. She was also a female chef at the stove who could heft a giant iron wok and wield a cleaver, weighing 180 jin.

Before long, diners who occasionally ate at the Peace Hotel noticed that it had changed. It used to serve food that was merely average, though the portions were generous. Now every dish was rich and delicious, every soup fragrant and sublime, making their stomachs grumble with ravenous hunger. And Chef Liao, who used to be as burly as a mountain, had changed too. She was getting slimmer by the day, with delicate arms and legs and a pointed chin. Even her voice had turned soft and sweet.

Just as the young men around town were thinking that Chef Liao had a good job, a high salary, was young and beautiful, and still single, so they should make a move, a tall, imposing male waiter arrived at the restaurant. He was aloof and haughty toward the customers, but with Chef Liao he was like a clingy giant bear, following her everywhere.

One day, a diner who had a crush on Chef Liao picked a fight with the male waiter. Chef Liao, now as gentle as water, walked out holding her cleaver and chopped it into the dining table, giving the diner a sidelong glance.

"Try picking another fight with our little bear. I dare you."

The diners around them looked at the male waiter, who was nearly six foot five. Little what now?

#The state-run restaurant's two bosses are here#

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The moment Wan Xiaomei was reborn, she found herself caught in bed with a man, about to be ruined beyond redemption.

She simply threw herself into the arms of the man she was caught with and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Oh, big brother, these people are so scary. I'm terrified!"

Everyone in Xu Family Village knew that the notorious bad-tempered Xu Tuqiang had been forced to marry Wan Xiaomei, the beautiful widow supposedly cursed to bring death to her husbands.

All the men in the village were waiting to see when the little widow's curse would kill Xu Tuqiang.

All the women were waiting to see when Xu Tuqiang would beat Wan Xiaomei to death.

Once night fell and the door was shut, everyone assumed Wan Xiaomei was having a hard time. But she stretched out her pretty little feet and gave him a flirtatious look.

"The water's too hot, big brother. Add some cold water for me."

Xu Tuqiang grumbled as he ladled in a scoop of cold water. Then he rolled up his sleeves, crouched down with his tall frame, and gently massaged her jade-like feet, breathing heavily.

"Don't complain if I hurt you. I'm not the kind of person who feels sorry for anyone."

A gruff guy who says one thing and does another VS a pretty, pampered drama queen

Theme: Celebrating the return of the heir to a traditional restaurant