[Farming + food + time and space management + cute pets + group portraits]
After the war, I guarded the desert restaurant left by my parents. It will close down tomorrow.
Until a glowing window appeared on the kitchen wall.
[A serving of hot noodle soup, add more green onions]
I made noodles and put them in. The next day, I got a packet of "tomato seeds."
From then on, my little restaurant became a station connecting two eras.
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I switched out the oil, switched back to composting and new farm tools.
Roast a whole lamb in exchange for medicine to treat a lame veteran.
Use a bowl of noodles to teach a homesick programmer what "fireworks in the world" are.
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Tomatoes grow on the saline-alkali land, barren beaches become wheat fields, and refugees become families.
There is also the down-and-out landlord who always comes to make a living. Looking at the unreasonable crops in my backyard, his eyes are bright: "Girl, you have the seeds and I have the land. Do you want to cooperate?"
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Later, merchants all said that there was a peach paradise deep in the desert, and the delicious food spread far and wide.
The blind harpist's music can attract hundreds of birds, and the hands of a lame veteran can pull out noodles as thin as hair.
In the middle of Taoyuan, in the small restaurant called "Yuji", I smiled at the dim light on the wall.
The new guy asked: "Shopkeeper, what order are you taking today?"
I looked at the golden waves of wheat in the distance and said, "Take an order and call me home for dinner."
——Food connects people's hearts, and the land pays off sweat.
