Republic of ChinaYoung Marshal's Solitary FavoriteBrilliant HeroineRunning in Both DirectionsSweet DirectionWar
On the night when the city was destroyed, Shen Yuting only grabbed half a bag of flour and a black pot.
She set up a wonton stall next to the pile of dead people. When the defeated soldiers came to rob them, she defended the food with all her might.
Fang Suyuan drove away the defeated soldiers with one shot, lowered his head and asked her, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
She raised her head, her face covered with dust, but her eyes were surprisingly bright: "I'm afraid. But the wontons must be sold out, otherwise there will be no rice for the pot tomorrow."
After eating a bowl of wontons, Fang Suyuan vomited blood in public. Everyone in the commander-in-chief's office drew guns at each other: "The wontons are poisonous!"
She was not responsible for the poison, but Fang Suyuan didn't let her go.
She was imprisoned in the handsome man's house, but she heard the news from the dog hole. She set a fire and alerted the whole house, just to tell him the truth.
Fang Suyuan stared at her: "How do you know?"
She wiped the ashes from her face and said, "Everyone comes to eat at the wonton stall."
"From now on, you will stay in the handsome manor and sell wontons."
The enemy army besieged the city and food and grass were cut off. She set up ten large pots under the city tower and poured the last of the flour into them.
"The city cannot be lost, and the people cannot starve to death."
He smiled: "If the city is lost, how can I marry you?"
Later, she went out of the city alone to collect medicine for him, limping to lure the enemy troops away; he blocked a knife for her, and even though he was bleeding profusely, he still smiled and comforted her.
Back to back, they fought their way out.
But Fang Suyuan never expected that his biggest love rival was not the enemy troops outside the city, but the gentle and jade-like military doctor Gu Qingyan in the commander's mansion.
Shen Yuting looked at him with a smile: "Young Marshal Fang, are you jealous?"
He turned away: "No."
In the end, the city was not lost and the wonton stall was still there.
This time, I will spend the rest of my life to give you a bowl of hot soup.
