Xiang Wan from Qingshi Village, whose father died young and whose mother was frail, set up a food stall at the entrance of the village relying on her good cooking skills passed down from her grandmother. The scallion pancake is crispy, the tofu is tender and fragrant, the sophora flower cake is sweet but not greasy, and the common whole grains and wild vegetables can be made fragrant and attractive, and the business is booming day by day. Wei Shuyao, a poor scholar from a neighboring village, lost his parents and lived in poverty. He could not even afford a meal, but he read hard day and night with a few boxes of old books. People in the village laughed at him for being wishful thinking, poor and pedantic. One rainy day, Xiang Wan saw him fainting from hunger in front of his stall, so he kindly handed him a bowl of hot porridge, and pitied him for his hard work in studying and his upright temperament, so he simply said: "You can study with peace of mind, I will pay for the food and tuition first, and I will pay you back when you become successful in the future." From then on, most of the income from the snack stall was filled with pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Gossips abounded in the village, saying that Xiang Wan was stupid and would be wasted as a poor scholar, and would definitely be abandoned in the future. Xiang Wan ignored the gossip and concentrated on his career. From a mobile stall at the entrance of the village to a fixed shop in the county town, the snacks became a large food shop. The more tricks he created, the more famous he became. Wei Shuyao also passed through all the tests and beheaded generals, including Tongsheng, Xiucai, and Juren, until he passed on to the Golden Palace and became the number one scholar in high school. Everyone is waiting to see the joke of Xiang Wan being abandoned, waiting for the number one scholar to marry a noble girl and rise to prominence. Unexpectedly, as soon as the imperial edict was issued, the new champion submitted his resignation, rushed back to Qingshi Village, put on an apron and stood by the stove of the food shop. Everyone was in an uproar: Leave the senior officials alone and come back to knead the dough? Wei Shuyao held Xiang Wan's flour-stained hand with a gentle look on his face: "No matter how good your fame is, it's not as good as your bowl of hot soup.
