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In order to pay the expensive medical expenses for psychological treatment for his sister Zhong Caiwei, who has suffered from trauma and suffers from emotional illness, Zhong Chaosheng has been gritting his teeth and working hard to make money. However, on the Lantern Festival, he received a notice from the hospital where his sister was staying, informing him of the sad news that his dependent sister had passed away. On the same day, Mo Changchuan, an anorexic and depressed patient living in the same ward, picked up a thermos flask in front of the nurse station. He planned to give it to the nurse, but by chance, he brought it back to the ward and tasted the glutinous rice balls with tangerine peel and red bean paste contained in the thermos flask. The two people, who had nothing in common before, became entangled in their fate over a portion of Tangyuan with tangerine peel and red bean paste made by Zhong Chaosheng himself. The love that is missing in the heart and the wounds that have been suffered, with the help of carefully cooked food as a medium, gradually scab over the slowly flowing years, and then healed; ordinary life also begins to have a different experience because of the embellishment of these carefully prepared food. It is said that people's taste buds can remember the flavors they tasted when they were young, and these flavors may dominate a person's lifelong taste. Life is short, but you can taste all kinds of flavors, but food and love cannot be missed.

A hundred years have passed since I woke up, but when I look back, I see that I am an old friend. I thought that everything would be over after I died, but I found that I was still in the world. The mortal king who is bent on revenge, the flattering and advising master of the heavenly realm, the underworld witch who would rather die than surrender, the balance pattern of exchanging lives for lives has been broken. Three hundred years later, the soulless shrine maiden wakes up and is surrounded by someone who can piece together a complete life for her. I thought everything was over long ago, but unexpectedly it was the continuation of fate. This story is purely fictitious, and all theories are hearsay. The author has little talent and knowledge, and cannot withstand rigorous scrutiny. He just wants to encircle his own interests with his fellow enthusiasts.