Transmigrated to the 1950s, All I Want Is to Eat My Fill

As a twenty-first-century homebody, all I do every day is play on my phone and order takeout. I stay up late reading novels, and one night I dream that I've transmigrated back to the 1950s. I think, Oh no, there's nothing to be had in this era. How am I supposed to get by? At least it's only a dream. But who could have guessed that the dream would come true, and I'd really be back in the 1950s? I have no other hopes now, just that I can eat my fill and have enough to drink.

Come see how I make a life of finding mountain delicacies up above and river flavors down below.

An ordinary, peaceful life in a small village in the 1950s. Back then, there weren't so many tangled grudges and passions, just the little bits and pieces of everyday life.