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In a remote mountain village in Daliang Dynasty, modern food blogger Su Zhaozhao dressed up as the "kfu's adopted daughter" and lived in a dilapidated thatched house with her three-year-old cute baby Xiaotang. Her mother-in-law Chen Zhaodi said that she was "hard-failed" and even the village's second-rate villagers came to eat food. But no one expected that she would use modern techniques to pickle crispy cucumbers, steam osmanthus cakes, and take Ah Zhu to build stone roads and build a thatched cottage school; Xiaotang used a bamboo sickle in her mouth as a "little helper" and called "Daddy" in a milky voice, which made the reclusive scholar Gu Yan's heart soften into a puddle of spring water. From "the bane of the husband" to the "mistress of the sweet home", Zhaozhao used a spatula to cook hot rice, used bamboo slices to paint the school walls, and even turned the cold-blooded "Gu family's only son" into a man in the "long-term plan". The mother-in-law secretly stuffed eggs, the two dogs carried the poles for road construction, and Grandpa Zhou used a crutch and praised that he was "more tossing than his daughter-in-law." In the fireworks in this small mountain village, there is the excitement of the fragrance in the mud, the sweetness of children wrapping around their knees, and the tranquility of the years when "every vegetable or rice can become a poem." Let's see how the time-traveling girl warms pots and bowls with delicacies, builds fences with ingenuity, and turns the "poor ravine" into a "sweet nest" that everyone admires. Then she holds a cute baby and has her beloved by her side, and lives her life into the most healing poem.

Lin Suisui, an orphan from the 1980s, was reborn in 1980, bringing with her a green field that could give birth to spiritual rice and a spiritual spring, as well as a koi carp whose physique made her more Buddhist and luckier. She squatted on the ridge of the field to plant spiritual rice and boiled medicine with spiritual springs. She first led her hard-spoken and soft-hearted grandma to escape from the exclusion, and then coaxed the taciturn veteran Zhou Yanchuan to reveal her heart step by step. Her younger brother Lin Xiaoman held up wild flowers as a betrothal gift, A Huang held a red rope in his mouth as a token, and even the stern-faced mother Zhou brought cotton she had saved for half a year. The days were as slow as the sunshine in the drying field. When the fragrance of spiritual rice spread throughout the village, she discovered that the best sweetness was when the people around her said, "Suisui, go home for dinner."