A modern food blogger has an accident and, in a moment of carelessness, becomes Ye Nianwan in the 1970s.
Her wicked relatives try to force her into an arranged marriage swap, while her vicious cousin dreams of ruining her. If you won't act like decent people, don't blame me for giving as good as I get. Cutting ties sooner is better.
She works hard at cooking, farming, and running a small business, striving for a modest but comfortable life.
But why has a childhood betrothal suddenly appeared out of nowhere? You said you were a doctor. President Fu, do you have any manners?
Woman: "Would you mind explaining first? Weren't you a doctor? What's with this secret identity?"
Man: "I was afraid you'd look down on me for being too rich, so I had to pretend to be poor."
Woman: "Showing off? Then I'm leaving."
Were there CEOs in the 1970s?
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