The Cooks of the Republic of China Fought Against Japan, 1937

Han Pishuai, twenty-six years old, is unemployed, lovelorn, and frustrated. On that night when the wind was blowing on the rooftop, a bolt of lightning struck him into Shanghai in 1931. That year, there were still two months left before the September 18th Incident. He was penniless, couldn't use silver coins, and didn't know traditional Chinese characters. The only thing he could use was the good cooking skills he learned from his uncle who opened a restaurant, and the "prophecy" of that period from a history graduate. He thought he could change something with his knowledge of history. But when he truly stood in that era, he discovered that knowing the ending does not mean that he can change the ending. He rescued a northeastern girl named Wang Xinyu and accompanied her to escape from Shenyang to Nanjing during the war. She was pulled into the teaching team to become a strong woman, and she changed from a cook to a soldier, from the Battle of Songhu to the Battle of Nanjing, from the Battle of Wuhan to the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. He has no golden fingers. He gets hurt, gets scared, gets broken down, and is consistently terrible at shooting. The only advantage was that he knew the direction of history, but this "prophet" brought him more pain - he watched helplessly as the tragedies that should happen happened one after another, and he was helpless. Three wars, three women. Wang Xinyu, a girl from the Northeast, depends on him for life and death; Shen Jingqiu, a Shanghai socialite, cherishes him; and Su Xiaoyue, a female college student from Jinling, hides her lifelong affection behind her smile. Sixteen years of war, half a life passed by. From Shanghai to Nanjing, from Nanjing to Chongqing, from Chongqing to Taiwan. When he finally returned to the modern rooftop with scars all over his body, only one second passed. And that girl was standing in front of him. This is a story about ordinary people struggling to survive in a big era.