This book is also called: "I fucked the ancients in a late-night noodle shop"
Tags: Urban imagination｜Historical travel｜Healing food｜Counterattack life
The Arrancarto shop opens at midnight and closes at dawn.
Xiao Nansheng thought her life was over—the project was cut off, her girlfriend left with someone else, and she only had two thousand three thousand in her pocket.
Until the first customer opens the door and walks in.
The man was wearing a Southern Song Dynasty military uniform and was covered in blood. He said, "We haven't eaten in Yashan for three days."
The second guest, a veteran of the Anxi Protectorate in the Tang Dynasty, held a rusty horizontal knife in his arms. "I've been gone for thirty years and haven't returned to Chang'an yet."
The third guest, a woman from Xiufang in the Ming Dynasty, ordered a bowl of sweet noodle soup. "I've been waiting for someone for thirty years."
Xiao Nansheng's hands were shaking as she looked at the book that could turn pages by itself.
Every guest is not a human being.
Every guest carries the regrets of a dynasty.
Every customer asked the same question: "Little boss, does your place taste like my hometown?"
Xiao Nansheng said: "Yes. Sit down."
What he doesn't know is that when this bowl of noodles is taken out, those names that have disappeared in history will come back to life.
And his own life was completely rewritten starting from this bowl of noodles.
