Two people who don't know much about talking fall in love with the sound of axes and pot lids.
On a rainy day, a wounded soldier came to Suji Noodle House.
He was covered in blood, his whole body was soaked by the rain, and he looked like a homeless wild dog.
Su Yun treated his injuries, but he didn't say a word. After he recovered from his injury, he stayed to chop wood. His name was A Chen
Su Yun also opened a noodle shop in modern times, and traveled here to resume her old business. The shop was very small, and she started with four noodles. She kneaded the dough until her hands cramped, and when she did the calculations, she only received four taels of silver per month.
There was not enough firewood, the stove was too high, the shop was short of manpower, and her Yunzhou dialect was not good. Days are like a piece of dough that has not been awakened enough. It is pressed into a nest and cannot bounce back.
She knows that life is not a novel, there is no golden finger, everything can only rely on her own efforts.
Ah Chen chopped firewood and Su Yun kneaded dough, day after day, year after year.
The small noodle shop opened from West Street Entrance. Su Yun used her hands to knead the dough, kneading the dim days into light little by little.
Concept: Xiangshou grows out of the fireworks in the city.
