There is a strange little restaurant at the entrance of Linjiang Old Town.
In the eyes of others, the broken lunch boxes, old puppets, and broken record players are useless, but in Su Wan's eyes, they are all memories filled with regrets of a lifetime.
She inherited her grandmother's mantle and became the only spiritual chef left in the world. She did not use magic, but only used pots of home-cooked meals to repair old and worn-out items to soothe the souls trapped in the years.
On the day of renovating the warehouse, a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar porridge awakened the clever record writer Shen Yanci who had been sleeping for a hundred years in the Republic of China.
He has seen the fireworks in the streets of the Republic of China, and cannot understand milk tea takeaways and high-rise subways, but he is willing to accompany her to a small shop, have a meal, and take in the old spirits who have nowhere to go in the city.
Later, the old street was not demolished, the small courtyard was stable, the human world had three meals a day and four seasons, and the old spirits found their own homes.
The purpose: comfort the old souls with delicious food, preserve the warmth of the old city with fireworks, and cherish the years and human regrets.