Da Qian Dynasty.
In the eighteenth year of the Jisheng Calendar, on the third day of the third month.
The spring cold is biting, everything blooms in spring.
At dawn,
the night frost quickly melts into morning dew, squeezing fresh green sprouts out of the moist soil.
"Pop～"
Then quickly, these green sprouts are uprooted by a young man with a gentle smile.
"Junior Sister, look, these are called vegetable seedlings. Uprooting them before they are fully grown, even just simply boiling them, gives them a distinctly fresh flavor. As soon as you taste them, the flavor of nature instantly conquers every taste bud on the tongue. It's like the old saying, 'The best ingredients often require the simplest cooking methods.' Do you understand, Junior Sister?"
After spending the night out in the open, Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman wake early to wash, scouring the hills for ingredients to prepare breakfast.
