She is a young daughter-in-law in a period novel, her husband has a white moonlight in her heart, and her mother-in-law scolds her every day.
She didn't cry or make a fuss. The next day she pushed the cart to the factory gate and set up a barbecue stall.
A handful of chili powder and two spoons of cumin powder, and the fragrance spreads half the street. The workers queued up to buy after working the night shift, earning half a month's salary from their husbands in one night.
Her mother-in-law scolded her for not doing her job properly, so she slapped the money she earned from selling kebabs on the table: "Don't spend it if it's dirty."
Her husband came to her to get back together with red eyes. She lowered her head and counted the money without raising her head: "Go in line and wait behind."
Later, she moved from a barbecue stall to a small restaurant, and the small restaurant owned the entire street. Her ex-husband knelt at the door and begged her to come home. She held up a loudspeaker and shouted:
"The stall is full today, please come early tomorrow! Bring your own bench!"
