Dong Qingzhu returned to Shanghai on a rainy day. Her two young daughters and a small suitcase were all she had.
"She had it made as a warlord's wife, but went and lost her mind! She insisted on a divorce, and now she's in for a world of hardship!"
The neighbors in the lane whispered, and the children copied them, calling the Dong girls "bastards their father didn't want."
Dong Qingzhu rolled up her sleeves and went to fight them, one household at a time.
"You think your old ma is dead? How dare you bully my girls! In a couple of days, I'll be rich. I'll live in a fancy apartment and drink foreign liquor, while you'll spend your whole life poor in a tiny attic room!"
She wasn't bluffing.
Starting with a single wok on the street, she opened the finest restaurant in all of Shanghai.
Through years of hardship and wandering, at least food could still warm the heart.
Theme: Daughters should stand on their own.
