I, Lin Wanniang, was transformed from the apocalypse into a young widow in the catastrophic year, and I picked up two babies on the way to escape the famine.
One can point to a mountain and identify medicine, and the other has a natural manner and calls me mother.
In order to survive, I went to a mountain village and led the whole village to eat tree bark and eat hot-boiled meat with my cooking skills.
Until that day, the silent hunter who lived with me was kneeled down by a group of armored soldiers and shouted "Your Majesty".
Only then did I realize that the eldest cub I picked up was the exiled prince, the second cub was the incarnation of the mountain spirit, and the kid's father... Was the legendary king of Beidi who died in battle.
All of a sudden, tiger cavalry from the previous dynasty, warriors from the enemy country, elite soldiers from our own dynasty, and millions of troops from all three sides were all trying to rob my family outside the village.
They laughed at me for having no soldiers and food, and only one pot left.
I set up the nine-square grid with my backhand and boiled the ancestral red oil soup.
"It is said that before the soldiers and horses move, food and grass go first."
"Today I, the 'kingdom cooked in one pot', will entertain the world."
"Surrender? Let's chat slowly. Fight? Let's ask your subordinates first if they can't bear the smell."
Later history books recorded: Three years after the natural disaster, people died of hunger all over the land. Just outside the mountain city, the three armies lost their armor and cried loudly - not because they were defeated by the sword, but because they were crying in front of a pot of red soup.
