Wait a minute, Huang Jinyu has heard this sentence all his life.
She had to wait for her brother to take the exam and then take her back to the city, wait for her husband to understand her, wait for her son to be successful, wait for her grandson to grow up, but when she closed her eyes, the only thing she said in front of the hospital bed was: "Mom, just wait a minute, Xiaohui will be here soon." But he said the same thing half a month ago.
Opening her eyes again, she went back to 1975, the year when her family asked her to go to the countryside for her brother, and asked her to wait for next year...
"Wait for a while," she turned around and left. Who wants to wait in this life?
The rural areas in southern Sichuan are so poor that there is nothing to do. Chili pepper fields, red potato fields, and potato fields are the new starting point for her career.
She relied on the skills of her previous life, digging wild vegetables, mixing jelly, and forcing others to find it difficult to live her life as an educated youth. She relied on her cooking skills to become famous.
The aunt next door swallowed her saliva and asked her: "Yao Meier, my nephew is getting married tomorrow, can you help me prepare a few tables for the banquet?"
Gradually, every family in the village who had a wedding or wedding would come to ask her to serve. Although she couldn't afford nine large bowls, two or three meat dishes and a few plates of seasonal side dishes could make the host look good.
In this life, the stove is no longer a place where she is imprisoned, but has become the battlefield where she started. From the Baba Banquet to the first private Sichuan flavor factory after the reform and opening up, those who once asked her to wait can only look at her with envy and wait-and-see.
After resurrecting her life, she finally understood that good days can never come by waiting, nor can they wait.
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance. A woman must first be herself before she can illuminate others.