On a temperature drop night, Qian Xiaoman was driven out of the door by her biological father, her biological mother refused to take her in, and her stepmother Zhou Jinfeng rushed out and dragged her into the house. The man clutched the salary card, only throwing down twenty yuan for vegetable money, and even a plate of braised pork had to draw a clear line. Xiaoman asked with tears, "If I eat this piece of meat, will you still let me stay?" Zhou Jinfeng scooped the whole plate of meat into her bowl: "The meat will fill you up, and the door will let you in." From then on, she worked three jobs around the clock, making osmanthus cakes late at night, saving money cent by cent; Xiaoman wrote "320, still missing 9680" into the iron box. After overturning the banquet tables, having her recipes torn, and her craftsmanship stolen, she fought back with a pair of hands, opened her own door, earned her own money, and also waited for a call of "Mom".