When Jiang Wan was seventeen, what worried her most was that the rice vat was almost empty and her sister's shoes were almost worn out.
Just at this moment, Lu Zheng, who had been away from the village for seven years, came back.
One is a farm girl whose parents have died and relies on ancestral cooking skills to support her family; the other is an old fiancé who has returned to the fields and is silent and down-to-earth. The two of them knew each other in their hearts, but when they met, one kept his head down and sold braised eggs, while the other only said:
"Jiang Wan, I'm back."
After getting married, Jiang Wan guarded the stove and cooked various flavors of ordinary ingredients; Lu Zheng went into the mountains to hunt and do business to earn a future for the family.
They carried burdens to go to the market, set up stalls to save money, repaired mills, and opened shops. They also experienced lows such as defaulting on accounts, damaged goods, and almost losing all their family wealth. There is no wealth that falls from the sky, there is only the family fortune saved from a penny, and the fire that is rekindled after falling down again and again.
Many years later, Jiang's restaurant finally put up a sign in the town.
The green stream is still there, with smoke curling up from the cooking pots. Four seasons in one house, three meals for two people, the poor family at that time finally looked like a hot house.
