Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

In the food business, personal hygiene is essential.

Clothes should be neat, hair should be tied up, nails should be trimmed, and aprons and waistbands should be changed and washed frequently.

Zhang Wenying would make sure she was neat and tidy before standing in front of the stove every day.

Because of her good mood, Zhang Wenying looked several years younger.

With that kind of demeanor, as soon as she stands at the shop entrance, regular customers jokingly say, "Sister Wenying, you don't look like someone who runs a small business at all."

His entire demeanor exudes an air of authority; he's practically a high-ranking official working in a government compound!

"That's right, being clean and neat from head to toe makes me feel good."

The proprietress across the street looked at Zhang Wenying's brand-new clothes and slender figure, and curled her lip sourly: "No matter how well she dresses up, she's still just a food vendor, isn't she?"

She also wanted to wear new clothes every day, but where would she get the spare money?

The noodle shop business isn't doing well, and there are two elderly people and four children to support at home, so life is a struggle.

Let alone new clothes, I have to agonize over buying even a pair of underwear.

The proprietress looked on with envy.

Recalling the man's praise of Zhang Wenying earlier, she immediately began to disparage her, saying, "Dressed so flamboyantly, are you trying to seduce someone's man?"

No wonder she divorced her husband; he was a restless man.

A customer who came in to eat overheard this and asked, "Boss Zhang, do you have a lover?"

"Of course there are."

Otherwise, why would she insist on divorcing her husband, and I heard she even wants to sever ties with her son?

The proprietress got more and more excited as she talked, her spittle almost flying into the bowls at the next table.

"What a wonderful thing it is for a woman to divorce a man."

"Look at her, dressed like a butterfly, who knows where she'll be visiting tonight."

Several idlers nearby also joined in the commotion.

"That's right, what divorced woman doesn't have problems?"

"Maybe it's because her husband didn't want to be cuckolded that he divorced her."

That's right.

At her age, she's always smiling at other men. What else is that but being a slut?

Her family business is so good, it's probably all from sleeping with men.

The proprietress spoke with great passion, wanting to use the most vicious words in the world to send Zhang Wenying to the deepest hell.

Just as she was getting into the conversation, she noticed several diners' expressions change slightly, and they looked at her from behind with a bit of embarrassment.

The proprietress's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously turned around, only to see Zhang Wenying standing at the door, rolling up her sleeves.

She was busy when she heard someone gossiping across the street.

It's one thing to gossip, but they keep getting uglier and uglier, even bringing up her divorce to spread rumors.

What's even more despicable is that they also slandered her for using improper means to attract business and defamed her daughter.

Did she think she was deaf?

Her daughter has already had a very difficult time, and she will not allow anyone to rub salt into her child's wounds.

Without saying a word, Zhang Wenying stepped forward, grabbed the woman's hair, and slammed her to the ground. With her other hand, she picked up the vinegar bottle from the nearby table and poured it over the woman's head.

"Hey, you old shrew, what do you think you're doing!"

The proprietress was also terrified, never expecting Zhang Wenying to attack without saying a word.

She reached out to grab Zhang Wenying's face, but Zhang Wenying slapped her across the face, making her see stars.

In a fight between women, whoever grabs the hair first has the upper hand.

Zhang Wenying had been doing manual labor for many years, so she had a lot of strength in her hands. Once she grabbed someone, she wouldn't let go, and with her other hand, she would slap them from both sides until the landlady screamed.

The surrounding diners quickly stepped forward to break up the fight, but Zhang Wenying was in a fit of anger and would kick anyone who tried to pull her away.

"A bunch of gossipy blabbermouths! Today I'll show you what it means to get into trouble because of your mouth!"

While cursing, Zhang Wenying grabbed the chopstick holder from the table and smashed it down on the landlady's head.

Even the few diners who had been gossiping earlier were not spared.

"You foul-mouthed, stinking woman, you think everyone else is dirty!"

I run my business honestly and cleanly, what right do you bunch of rotten-tongued people have to spout nonsense here?

With such a sharp tongue, why don't you go lick a toilet brush?

You talk about these things so knowledgeably. What, do you have nothing better to do than go out and find lovers behind your man's back?

Does your man know about this?

Did your mother remarry?

Is the man she married yours?

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

The proprietress turned pale from the scolding and struggled to get up, but Zhang Wenying stepped on her back, rendering her unable to move.

"Am I talking nonsense?"

How could you explain it so clearly if you haven't experienced it yourself?

You probably think about these things all the time, don't you?

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

The proprietress was trembling with anger, her voice trembling, "I'm completely innocent! Don't you dare slander me!"

"Is it slander for me to say that?"

When you criticize others, why don't you ever feel as if you're slandering them?

Zhang Wenying sneered, increasing the pressure on her hand. "If I don't tear your mouth to shreds today, I'm not a Zhang!"

The hand of moral punishment, slap slap slap slap slap...

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly jarring in the noisy restaurant. The proprietress's face was turned to one side, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The onlookers were stunned for a moment, never expecting that this seemingly kind woman could be so fierce when she got angry.

"Hey, that's enough, Lao Zhang, that's enough. We're all neighbors, we see each other all the time, stop fighting!"

Several regular customers quickly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Wenying's arm, saying, "If this keeps up, something bad will happen!"

Zhang Wenying then released her grip, tossing aside the few clumps of hair in her hand. She dusted off her hands and coldly glanced at the landlady sprawled on the ground: "I'll let you off this time for the sake of the neighbors."

If I ever hear another swear word escape your filthy mouth again, I'll shove you into a cesspool and make you rinse your mouth properly!

The noodle shop owner's mouth was crooked, her nose was bleeding, her hair was messy, and she looked utterly disheveled.

"Zhang Wenying, you old shrew, I'll fight you to the death!"

She was only in her thirties, yet she was beaten so badly by an old woman that she was powerless to fight back. She felt both ashamed and angry, and struggled to pounce on her.

Several regular customers reacted quickly and stopped her, saying, "Boss lady, don't be impulsive! You can't beat her!"

Zhang Wenying glanced back and slapped her again.

"Behave yourself from now on."

We'll keep to ourselves, but if you dare to act like a jerk again, I'll beat you every time I see you.

After saying that, she patted the hem of her clothes, turned around and strode out of the restaurant, leaving a room full of people looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Is there no law anymore?!" The proprietress covered her face, wailing as she rushed towards the door, shouting, "I'm going to sue you! I'll put you in jail!"