An Lingru was reborn in the body of a frail young girl. Her family lived in a bare-walled house with nothing to their name, and there were so many mouths to feed.
She wanted to put her cooking skills to use and earn money quickly so her family could live better, but her tiny body just couldn’t keep up...
She was only an ordinary woman, with no wealth or riches, but she was lucky enough to meet a man who loved food like his life depended on it and was upright and impartial.
The county magistrate sneezed as he ate the octopus balls his wife had just made.
What kind of affliction makes you feel like people are talking behind your back?
