This is a story set in the Zhou Dynasty.
I once heard an old man from a grand mansion say that if two people were fated in a past life, they would meet again in this one, rekindle their old love, and grow old together.
Zhou Yaorao, the eldest daughter of the Salt Commissioner of Zhenjiang, knows she is bound to encounter all sorts of extraordinary things: a bald monk who eats meat, a little girl who rides a monkey, a mad Daoist who nurses a baby every time he appears, an old woman with yin-yang eyes, an iceberg, and a jade-faced gentleman with a crape myrtle flower in his hair.
A gentleman? A gentleman!!!
She leisurely recalled a familiar tune:
My dear, my dear, are you hungry?
If you are, just tell Yaorao, and she'll make you a bowl of noodle soup!
After enduring so much misery, a steaming bowl of noodle soup could always bring comfort and warmth. So thought Chai Chixun, a middle-aged boy who had just drunk three bowls.
