In his previous life, Su Nuo was a well-known private dim sum shop owner in the city. He had been making traditional handicrafts for several years, and customers lined up to the end of the street.
When she woke up, she became a poor girl who was pitied by everyone in Qingxi Village, a water town. Her parents are dead, behind her is a dilapidated house and a cold stove, and in front of her are a family of relatives waiting to sell her. Everyone in the village sighed, this girl's life is really miserable.
Su Nuo dusted off the dirt and set up a low table. "Why bother? I'll open a shop."
A cage of white cakes, two cents each. Whether the rice is old or new, and whether the heat is different, she can tell it by closing her eyes and smelling it; no cake maker has a plan in his heart, but it can't be hidden from her nose. What's even more surprising is that her food can melt away the depression in your mouth, and the things that are stuck in your heart will be relieved after taking one bite of her cake.
She said it was called meal, and it treated internal friction that the world couldn't describe.
Only she couldn't cure herself. There were times when she tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep, and there were times when she stared at the empty stove in a daze. Medicine and stone are useless for this disease, but there is someone who can cure it.
On Qingluan Mountain, a guest in Qingshan who has lived alone for three years came down the mountain for the first time and joined the queue to buy cakes.
One exchanged cakes for bamboo shoots, and the other exchanged bamboo shoots for cakes; she put two cakes on the rocks on the edge of the field, and he returned half a can of osmanthus honey. The whole village watched the excitement and said that the cold-hearted man on the mountain was there, but no one saw that man plowing half of the field for her in the middle of the night.
Everyone said her life was miserable.
Later, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus from Qingxi Village spread to all the villages in the country, and the cake stall set up on a square low table gradually became a meal shop. And the man who had refused to come down the mountain for three years was walking towards her world inch by inch.
