After the divorce, Su Wan stayed in her old house on Pingjiang Road and wrote essays. Her life was like a wasted cup of tea, until she met Lu Chengyu.
The man is a hot pot restaurant owner from the Northeast. He has a smoky air. He will give her pear soup when she coughs, and "save" her with the aroma of soy sauce skeleton when she is coughing.
She gradually got used to the umbrella he held on rainy days, to the postcards he sent on her desk, and to seeing him busy in front of the stove in an apron, humming off-key Northeastern folk songs.
It turns out that some relationships don't need to be dramatic, but he remembered that she didn't eat onions and ginger, and she knew that he had a bad stomach and drank less iced drinks. The two of them sat by the window of the hot pot restaurant and watched the sunset, saying nothing, but they felt that the time was just right.
"Su Wan," he held up a Polaroid of her smiling, the tips of his ears red, "can you let me get involved in your life from now on?"
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River finally met the fire in the north. On the small red clay stove, what was cooking was the rest of their lives.
Purpose: Urban men and women experience true love from the ordinary.