Guan Yunying worked as the head chef of a five-star hotel in the capital in her previous life. She was successful in the chef world as a woman, but she was never recognized by her grandfather, and she was depressed all her life.
Once again, Guan Yunying was not going to waste any more time. After being away from the pile of junk at home, the sky was blue, the water was clear, and her mood was cheerful. She plans to return to the city where her school is located and open her own shop.
Guan Yunying had just signed her name on the house rental contract when a weak voice sounded in her mind, "There is a little bird that is dying. Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu, please save it!"
Guan Yunying:! ! !
She saw a ghost in broad daylight!
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In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, a small shop opened in a narrow lane with green bricks and a wooden sign.
The fire crackled, the little wontons floated like fish at the mouth of the pot, and the aroma of simmering lingered in the alley.
Afternoon sunshine, a cup of coffee, and a cat on my knees, it's so pleasant.
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Cold winter day, drizzle.
Shen Qinghe hurriedly passed by an alley.
Hey, it smells so good.
A quaint and cozy shop came into view, and Shen Qinghe walked in, stroking his hungry stomach after squatting all day.
After a while——
Neighbors nearby: Her wontons are so delicious that I have to get a bowl every day.
Nearby children: The cats in the wonton shop are so cute.
Someone passing by nearby: the proprietress of the store wanted to take it away.
A warm and healing food article
Copy modified on 2025.10.19
Purpose: Long live food
