Longevity Restaurant

One pot can cook the rise and fall of a thousand years. A bowl of soup can dry up the vicissitudes of life. When Li Yonggui opened his eyes, it was already the chaotic times of the late Qin Dynasty. The beacon smoke covers the sun, and the fields are filled with hungry people. He originally wanted to rely on his cooking skills to make a living, but he found that he was... Immortal. From a bowl of corn paste to feed the dying Qin soldiers, to soup to warm orphaned chicks in the deep alleys of the Han Palace; from roasting meat with Hu cakes in the dim lights of the Tang Dynasty, to a crab-stuffed orange on the roof of the building in the mist of the Song Dynasty... The fire on his stove has burned through the changes of eighteen dynasties, and reflected the smoke of thirty-six wars. The emperors, generals and ministers are just a few lines of faded ink on his long diary. He has seen many time-travelers, some with great ambitions, some with the vain hope of starting an industrial revolution and promoting the process of history. He gave the passers-by a bowl of hometown food and watched them turn into a handful of loess in the growth rings of history and scatter in the wind. This restaurant is called Changsheng Restaurant. There are coarse foods that the poor can afford to eat for just three pennies, and there are also delicacies that the rich can hardly buy. The shopkeeper Li Yonggui only cares about hunger and satiety, not about princes. Eight hundred years of wind and rain, people are like dogs, and the world is reincarnated. He guarded the stove, watched the ups and downs of the killings, and savored the joys and sorrows. Immortality is not a blessing, it is the loneliness of walking alone in the long river of time. He saw the dynasty at its peak and saw its end. Li Yonggui picked up the bowl of soup that had been boiled for too long and looked through the rain curtain into the endless night: "What does peace of mind mean? It's just a matter of having a clear conscience." "The heat in this pot is constant. No matter how cold the world is, there is always someone... Somewhere to stay warm." History is the stove, and the common people are the fuel, making a pot of soup called the world. Shopkeeper Changsheng's restaurant is open as usual today...