[Ancient romance, all kinds of things in the market, farming food, healing and redemption, warmth and plainness, little people at the bottom, delicate emotions]
(It mainly tells about the warm daily life of ordinary people at the bottom. There are no cheats, no superpowers, no mysterious backgrounds, just simple food articles. If you don't like it, please take a detour.)
The town was blocked by heavy snow, and Ah Qi, who had been hungry for three days, dug out a man covered in blood in the snowdrift outside the ruined temple.
After hesitation, he took the person home.
She gritted her teeth and scraped off half a handful of rough noodles at the bottom of the earthen pot, and used the snow water leaking from the temple to cook a bowl of wild vegetable pimple soup without adding more salt.
The cold-faced evil star's eyes turned red from drinking.
From then on, there was a fiercest free woodcutter in front of her stall.
"If you want to eat my food, you have to look after the stall for me."
Ah Qi put her hands on her hips to protect the iron pot behind her.
The man silently wiped the blood from the knife and stuffed the newly earned coins into her pocket.
"Even your life is yours. So is your money."
With an iron pot with a missing corner and a simple thatched hut, the two of them set up a stall in the streets and alleys.
From scallion pancakes to casserole stew, from street hawking to panxia shops.
In the steaming fireworks, the ordinary rest of the little man's life has just begun.
