Shen Qingshang cooked Meng Po soup for thousands of years on the bank of Wangchuan River. When the dead souls see her, they are either afraid or disgusted. All they see is the appearance of an ugly old woman. She didn't care - she just had to hold out the bowl of soup and watch them drink it, turn around, and cross the bridge. Day after day, year after year. Until that soul that shouldn't be there breaks in. Ji Shuangyu, the daughter of the richest man in the capital, tasted all the delicacies in the world, but lost her soul over a bowl of soup. She stared at Shen Qingshang's face for a long time and said, "So my mother-in-law is so beautiful." Then she took the soup bowl and took a sip. "Bitter at first and then sweet, with a hint of sweetness from locust nectar," her eyes were as bright as the sun on earth, "people who make soup must have a very gentle person in their hearts, right?" A thousand years of loneliness were pierced by one sentence.
Ji Shuangyu was sent back to the earthly world. Shen Qingshang thought this was just an accident in a long time. Unexpectedly, a few years later, a soup restaurant called "Gui Qu Lai" appeared in the world. On the signboard was written a line of small words: Thank you for never giving up. A bowl of soup changes a story.
She was waiting for someone there.
Waiting for someone who can taste her thoughts.
Waiting for someone who makes her willing to waste all her wealth and spend the rest of her life just waiting for that smell to return. Waiting for someone to make her understand that the best thing in this world is the person who can taste your loneliness and hand you a bowl of less bitter soup.
The flowers on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness have bloomed for thousands of years, and no one knows their taste.
Until that day, a woman in red stood at the head of Naihe Bridge and smiled at the souls queuing up: "Don't be nervous! I have tasted Mengpo soup for you. Although it is a bit bitter, the aftertaste is very sweet - drink it with confidence and go on your way after drinking it." From then on, Mengpo soup had an added flavor.
Some people say that it is the lingering sweetness that lingers on the tip of the tongue after the initial bitterness.
Some people also say that this is not Hui Gan.
That's when someone spends his whole life tasting all the bitterness into sweetness for another person.
Intention: Use taste as a bridge to overcome the delusion of life and death. The deepest memory is that someone tastes the tenderness you hide.