Shen Shu traveled through time and became a poor boy with a bare family.
Lu Qiao next door is a hunter. He is tall and powerful, but his eyes are always warm when he looks at him.
Shen Shu looked at his empty rice vat, then at the bacon drying in the yard next door, and decided... To earn a living by relying on his face first.
"Brother Lu," Shen Shu stood by the fence, smiling with crooked eyebrows, "I have to borrow your pot today."
Lu Qiao glanced at him and returned to the house in a muffled voice. Not only did he borrow the pot, but he also brought a bowl of hot meat soup.
Intention: plainness is the truth