In 223 AD, Liu Bei died of illness in Baidi City. The Shu Han Dynasty was in turmoil due to internal and external troubles.
Late at night in Chengdu, a small shop called "Wenji" lights up on the street corner. The shopkeeper, Wen Yan, is a modern man who is in debt. He just wants to hide somewhere where no one knows him and quietly stew a pot of pork knuckles.
He did it. But he didn't expect that this "place where no one knew him" was the Three Kingdoms.
Caimai Laoqiu, a local veteran chef, has been guarding the noodle stall for thirty years. Waiter Xiaoqi, a street boy, is waiting for someone who will never show up. Accountant Sang Qing, the former captured grain officer of Cao Wei, never made mistakes in settling accounts. Ah Xiao, who was washing dishes, took his father's last bowl of beancurd rice and waited for dawn on the bottom floor of the stove.
Late at night, the door was pushed open.
The person who came in was thin, wearing a feather fan and a turban, and there was countless fatigue between his brows. He sat down in the corner and said in a very soft voice: "A bowl of pig's feet rice."
Wen Yan recognized him. The prime minister, who everyone in the court was looking for, was sitting in the darkest corner of his shop, quietly waiting for a bowl of rice.
Steam rises from the kitchen. Lao Qiu clenched his elbows and lowered his voice: "Shopkeeper, is the guy outside..."
"Yes."
"Then let's—"
"Cut it thicker," Wen Yan said, "Pour an extra spoonful of juice on it."
That night, Zhuge Liang finished a bowl of pig's trotter rice and sat there for half an hour. Before leaving, I put an extra copper coin.
Later, this store became Shuhan's non-staff logistics department. Later, a bowl of rice changed the fate of this country.
Later, all the children in Chengdu learned a saying: Wen Ji's light is always on. As long as the lights are on, there is food to eat and a home to return to.
They don't fight for the world, they are only responsible for letting those who fight for the world have a bowl of hot food to eat.
