Synopsis
After struggling through seven or eight years of the apocalypse and enduring constant starvation, Wang Ying transmigrated to the 1960s.
Her cousin from another branch of the family came down with a fever, and upon waking up, she desperately made a scene to break off her engagement with her original fiancé. Her tearful aunt then came to find Wang Ying, asking her to marry the man instead.
When Wang Ying heard that the man was a chef, she was immediately delighted. A chef is great!
Haven’t people always said that even in a three-year drought, a chef won’t starve to death? Having experienced the end of the world, Wang Ying’s greatest dream was simply to eat her fill.
The cousin went to great lengths to snatch away the marriage prospect that originally belonged to Wang Ying, waiting expectantly to become the wife of the wealthiest man in a few years.
As a result:
While the cousin was busy sucking up to her stepson and stepdaughter, Wang Ying was eating roasted chicken.
While the cousin was navigating the complex relationships between her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law, Wang Ying was eating fish with pickled cabbage.
While the cousin was swamped with chores and tied to the stove, Wang Ying was eating pork and cabbage stew with vermicelli.
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The cousin counted the days on her fingers, wondering: Why haven’t I become the wife of the wealthiest man yet?
On the other side, Wang Ying’s chef husband won prestigious awards, cooked for national banquets, and opened a chain of hotels.
The cold-faced chef, Xu Shuang, washed Wang Ying’s feet while asking her dotingly, “How about some rose sweet rice balls for a late-night snack?”
