On the Day I Divorced, My Mother Also Divorced

On her thirty-fifth birthday, Lin Wanhe returned to her hometown in Linjiang with her eight-year-old daughter and a divorce certificate. She thought the hardest thing to say was, "Mom, I'm divorced." Unexpectedly, her mother, Tang Yuqin, pushed another agreement to the table: "What a coincidence, I don't want to be with your dad either." Overnight, two generations of women lost their marriages, homes, and stable lives at the same time, and had no choice but to squeeze into the old home guarded by their grandmothers. In order to support themselves, they set up a long table in the courtyard that was open only at night, and cooked a hot meal for the elderly living alone, night shift workers, and children who had nowhere to eat. Every visitor brings with them a family problem, and they also see their own cracks. At present, the husband wants to get back together, the father falls ill, the old street is renovated and a family debt that has been concealed for many years comes one after another. The three generations of mother and daughter finally understand that family is not about who endures the whole life for others, but that everyone has a seat and the freedom to leave.