Once upon a time, there was a god who was in charge of salt. Because he blew up the kitchen in heaven when he ascended, he was kicked down to earth and made a living by collecting pickles.
Shen Yan squatted at the door of the ruined temple, with two locks hanging around his neck. Apart from being able to tell whether a jar of pickles was well-pickled, he had no magical powers. Until that day, an even more outrageous god descended from the sky - Yin Kong. He was demoted within two hours of his ascension because the food he cooked was too salty.
The jokes in the two gods were put together, and they should have become more and more miserable. But someone just happened to come to the door: Butcher Wang's house was haunted, and the ghost was his father, who wanted to eat a bowl of noodles with "less salt"; Miss Su's family was possessed by evil spirits, and she ate up three jars of pickles in the middle of the night, crying, "They are all bitter"; the well water in Yaokou Village became astringent, and there was an old stone slab with a bowl mark engraved on it under the well platform...
Chen Yan squatted in front of the stove, stirring the porridge with an iron spoon with missing ears, and slowly discovered that the "weird things" that came to his door were actually unfinished words. Every time he helped someone find the "just right" taste, the shackles around their necks would loosen, and there would be the same old items beside the stove - bowls, spoons, slates, iron picks, hemp ropes, wood chips...
It wasn't until the old objects formed a ring that he discovered that there was always an empty space in the center of the ring. As if waiting for someone to come back and sit down. And the people who boiled the water for him, repaired the eaves, and warmed the porridge in the pot every day were waiting for him to pick up the bowl through a door that he couldn't see.
What he was waiting for was never an answer. What he was waiting for was that after walking a long way alone, he could finally sit down and finish the same pot of porridge with him. That person's name is A Zao. He has been waiting for a long time.
