On the day when the river water in Qingtang Town poured into the stove, Liu Qiaozhi's merit panel came on - today's to-do list: deliver a bowl of hot porridge to Grandma Wang (reward: two kilograms of brown rice); persuade Butcher Zhang not to smash into Blacksmith Li's door (reward: half a bottle of herbal medicine for treating trauma).
The end of the world?
Famine?
Is it fun to accumulate merit?
The little cook wore a blue cloth apron soaked in flour, holding porridge in her left hand and pulling a rack in her right hand. She stuffed the crying child into the arms of the old scholar, and stuffed a piece of roasted sweet potato into the rough man who was watching the night: "Captain Lin, please help me persuade Grandma Wang not to save food, I owe you half a favor!"
The policeman, who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, pinched the still warm sweet potatoes and looked at the young and old chasing the heroine all over the town calling "Sister Qiaozhi". He suddenly felt - is this the end of the world?
He was clearly raised by the little cook and became a favorite of the group. "
