I have just recovered from a serious illness, my family is bare and the rice jar is bottomed out.
He Su opened her eyes and transformed from a food blogger into a peasant girl in the Northern Song Dynasty.
There was only half a jar of broken rice left in the kitchen, the cowshed in the yard was empty, and my mother's silver bracelet was replaced with medicine dregs.
But the silver pendant around her neck - exactly the same as before the time travel - actually contains her modern storage warehouse.
Salt, sugar, yeast, flour, milk powder, butter, pork, beef, eggs...
These things that are common in modern times were priceless treasures in the Northern Song Dynasty.
A bowl of milky white and rich pork bone soup made the whole family feel full for the first time on a hungry night;
A trembling plate of ancient braised pork made the boatmen at the ferry queue up;
A drawer of snow-white and fluffy big steamed buns. The moment you break it open, the hot steam and the aroma of milk hit your face;
A pot of bubbling casserole porridge, with blooming rice grains, tender lean meat, and green ginger. A bowl of it will warm you from your stomach to your feet.
He Su started from a small stall at the entrance of the village. Step by step, he built a home with an iron pot and a pair of skillful hands in this prosperous era of Qingming Shanghe.
Of all things in the world, love and food are the only things that cannot be disappointed.
Purpose: Find the power to change your destiny in the most ordinary ingredients.