[One Female Lead] + [Slice of Life]
At five in the morning, Zhou Yu'an was jolted awake by the pounding from upstairs and began questioning his life choices. He carried a pot of tomato-braised beef brisket upstairs to complain.
When the door opened, he didn't see a barbell first. He saw a young woman crouching on the floor, staring at a mango pudding that cost three yuan and fifty cents as if she were defusing a bomb.
Her name was Lin Tingwan. A retired combat sports champion, she could carry two buckets of water up to the sixth floor with one hand and knock a big man down in three seconds. Yet she'd calculate a single pudding as three kilometers, and treat eating, sleeping, walking, even falling in love as training exercises.
His name was Zhou Yu'an, owner of the “Whatever You Like” diner at the entrance to the neighborhood. He opened whenever he felt like it, and his life motto was that a passing grade was good enough.
One had turned life into a competition. The other insisted on making each day feel like a bowl of hot soup in a little diner.
It started with a noise dispute between the upstairs and downstairs neighbors, then came a meal with no calorie count, a heart rate monitor that was always breaking, and an old watch that had been stopped for a long time.
Only gradually did she discover that you didn't need to earn the right to rest first, and that love didn't need a significance test.
And Zhou Yu'an finally understood that some people bring more than themselves when they move into the apartment upstairs.
They also bring life back to a standstill heart.
