The Unloved Son Who Built an Empire

Once I started my summer job, I realized the food my family left for me always looked like slop.

Some nights the four plates couldn't yield a single piece of meat, so I'd eat cold rice soaked in leftover sauce, wash the dishes, and lie awake at midnight with my stomach cramping.

I finally worked up the nerve to ask my mother, "Could you stop saving food for me? It's easier if I just get delivery. Otherwise I'm exhausted all day and still have to do the dishes."

She agreed easily enough, but the next day she set aside food for me exactly as before.