Jia Siling never imagined that the “Old Jia Hotel” his parents left behind, now on the verge of bankruptcy, would become a bridge between two eras. After his parents died unexpectedly, all they left him were mountains of debt and an empty hotel. Just as he was at the end of his rope, an unremarkable old pocket watch opened a door to the 1950s.
There, wild vegetables grew naturally, free-range chickens roamed the hills, and fresh fish had just been pulled from the river. Here, there was plenty of fabric, convenient tools, and warm clothing to ward off the cold. Jia Siling guarded this secret carefully. Using natural ingredients from the 1950s, he brought the Old Jia Hotel back to life, and one delicious dish after another, each bearing the mark of its era, drew countless diners. He also took modern supplies back to the past, quietly helping his hometown develop and watching it slowly improve in another timeline. There was no scheming or deceit, only exchanges across time, a devotion to good food, and a deep affection for his homeland.
