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One sentence introduction In a millennium hotpot restaurant, the thirty-three-year-old rough guy owner raises a twenty-one-year-old college student. He taught her to recognize the world, and she taught him to recognize characters. Later she learned that the best love is not when someone is chasing the other, but when two people are squatting next to the same pot and waiting for it to heat up. When the bottom of the pot is boiled, people are warmed. --- Long introduction In the fall of 2000, Tang Shuhe, a sophomore girl from the 211 Chinese Department, was fascinated by the owner of a hot pot restaurant in the backstreets of the university town. The man was thirty-three years old and had not graduated from junior high school. He had the word "alive" tattooed on his wrist. He had a scar at the end of his eye and looked cold and deep. Friends said that he was "particularly cold towards female college students." He ignored any of the girls who came to poke their heads in the past two months. Tang Shuhe didn't care. She was greedy for his good looks, so she would sit there for three hours every day and order the cheapest plate of potatoes, lettuce, and bowl of rice. Later she discovered that he had a small notebook covered with blue cloth, which contained words he did not recognize. Every time he learned something she taught him, he would draw a small tick next to it. Twenty-one to twenty-four years old. From the university town to the podium of City No. 1 Middle School. She went from a small customer in a hot pot restaurant to a Chinese teacher three years after graduation. He stood behind the bar and asked her: "Tang Shuhe, marry me." Then he took out two red velvet boxes. Three gold and silver bracelets. There are also two bankbooks and a set of real estate certificates - "These are all my family assets. Every penny is moved out of the refrigerator and cooked in hot pot, and it can be seen. If you marry me, these are all yours, and I will keep one pot." The leaves of the sycamore tree outside the window fell to the ground. The light in the back street was still on, and the warm yellow light filled the street. Concept: Stewing love over a slow fire ｜ Rough guy in old age ｜ Millennial nostalgia ｜ Sincerity of real money ｜ Teaching lover