[Healing direction, no big conflict, plain and simple] When Song Ting woke up, she became the cannon fodder of the same name in the novel - an orphan living in the northeastern countryside in 1971. There were still three years and two months before the original owner froze to death in the snow.
Fortunately, she is bound to a "gourmet restaurant management system".
There is no killing in all directions, no reaching the sky in one step. She just used an iron pot and two shovels to make a bowl of hot porridge for the lonely old man in the village.
The day when the aroma of porridge wafted out, her fate quietly took a turn.
From being a poor little boy who was helped by the whole village, to being the chef of the Happy Canteen; from being able to write five Chinese characters crookedly, to being praised by the educated youth teacher as "the fastest learner"; from being a palm-sized vegetable patch in the yard, to half an acre of green autumn vegetable fields.
She took the system step by step, and in the barren years, she supported a steaming life for herself and the people around her.
Tan Huai, an educated youth with a bad background, was just here to make a living at first.
Later, he helped her chop wood, carry water, plow the ground, and raise seedlings.
Later, he taught her to write by the stove, stroke by stroke, as patiently as if she were carving something precious.
"Song Ting, what is your dream?"
"Live. Live well."
"Then I'll accompany you."
This is a story about food, land, relationships and growth. There is no excitement, only the fire in the stove, the seedlings in the vegetable field, the rice in the bowl, and a slowly getting better tomorrow.
