Delicious Food Warms the Heart

At thirty, I was a "rebellious old maid." I splashed my blind date in the face and quit my respectable, stable job.

My mother was so furious she threw out my luggage, turning me into a "stray single dog."

I took the family medicinal cuisine recipes my grandmother left me and opened a "food therapy shop" with my best friend.

What's so scary about being thirty? My skin is great, I'm gorgeous, and I'm in the best shape. I'm the shop's best advertisement.

This is the road I chose, and I'll walk it with my head held high!