**Travel+Food+Slow SweetnessShe relied on a cookbook to turn the noodle stall into Chengdongtou brand. **
Lin Xiaoman travels to a poor family in ancient times. His family is poor and he only has half a bag of buckwheat flour at the beginning.
She doesn't rely on the system, she doesn't rely on golden fingers, she only relies on a recipe book left by her mother and a pair of dough-kneading hands.
Under the old locust tree on East Street, she started with a bowl of Yangchun noodles——
Send apricot blossoms in spring, mint in summer, osmanthus in autumn, and pickled cabbage in winter.
The number of items on the window sill has increased from one to thirteen, the diners have changed from neighbors to merchants, and the noodle stall has changed from subsistence to business.
Mr. Shen, who is always a vegetarian, always comes to deliver things.
The osmanthus sauce goes with the cake, the sesame seeds add flavor, and the note says "Let the yam puree cool before kneading it."
He never said he liked it, he just changed the jars on the windowsill from one to two jars side by side.
**[Reading Tips]** The pace is very slow, simmering over low heat, no slaps in the face, no fighting, just fireworks and slowly growing feelings.
