Braised Fireworks

One pot of braised food, two people, four years. Chen Liuxiang, a time traveler, does not want to be an official, but just wants to be a commoner. Lin Qiwu, a girl in distress, has nowhere to go and just wants to survive with her son. He handed her a bowl of braised pork sausage, and she slapped the last three cents on the table: "I'll do it with you." From stalls in alleys to thirty franchise stores; From the despised business registration to the certification of imperial cuisine; From the time she was designed to leave to the time he came back on his own—— This is not a cheating story. This is a story about an ordinary person growing roots bit by bit in the smoke of fireworks. This is a story about choice - if you choose to cut dried beans, you are chosen. The soup is the old soup, the people are the old people, and the days are new.