Twilight Canteen: the General's Battlefield Restaurant

Prologue: The God of War Between the Shelves The last line of defense in the north is not a towering city wall, nor a military formation of ten thousand people, but an old wooden door standing quietly at the end of the snowfield, covered with scratches from time. On this side of the door is Li Xiao's world. This is the borderland called "Daliang", a place of endless chill and desolation. The snow always falls endlessly, as if it wants to cover up the countless dead bones on this land. Li Xiao stood at the highest point of the military camp. The long sword named "Cold Iron" in his hand had not yet been completely sheathed. The blood droplets condensed on the blade were frozen into scarlet ice crystals in the biting cold wind. He is the patron saint of this frozen land, and he is the general who makes the Beijue cavalry fearful. But underneath this armor, which weighs dozens of kilograms, is a soul that is already exhausted. He was squandering his life here, guarding the crumbling country behind him, and guarding the emperor who regarded him as the pillar of the country. However, whenever late at night fell and everything was silent, Li Xiao would always walk into the forbidden area behind the camp alone. He pushed open the wooden door, and the world was distorted at this moment. On the other side of the door is Mu Ran's world. It was a supermarket hidden in the cracks of time, and it was the only legacy left to Mu Ran's mother. There was no smoke, no roar, just the reassuring, faint and steady hum of the rows of fluorescent tubes on the supermarket ceiling. There is no longer the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and rotting corpses in the air, but instead the smell of old plastic, detergent and a hint of light fragrance. That was my mother's favorite smell when she was alive. It was the smell of home. On the shelf, mother gave birth to