It is said that the fireworks in the world are the most soothing to mortal hearts.
But my snail noodle shop comforts the lonely souls in the long history.
When Qin Liangyu, holding a spear, found a moment of peace outside the battlefield with me; when the unruly Tang Bohu used ink to draw the texture of sour bamboo shoots; when Li Bai, a heavy drinker, tasted the eternal sorrow in a mouthful of soup...
In exchange for my achievements, poems, and peach blossom pictures, they called me the "ferryman" who connects the past and present.
But they don't know. I just want to find out which past this bowl of noodles can take me back to, or... To which future?
Later I realized that with a bowl of powder, I fed the hero's stomach and stitched together my own life that was torn apart by reality.
This is a bowl of snail noodles that leads to the past and is also a good medicine to heal the present.
——I, Wei Yidong, an ordinary snail noodle shop owner, relied on a bowl of noodles to become the "Party A's dad" throughout the ages.
