Shen Zhihe, the internet's favorite all-rounder food blogger, wakes up two thousand years in the past, in the harsh winter of the Great Ye Dynasty. She's broke. Her parents are gone. Her little brother has a fever, the rice jar is empty, and greedy relatives lurk like vultures. Shen Zhihe: "...Alright. So that's how it's gonna be?" But modern fans knew, Zhihe was born stubborn. Three days later, the air in a northern town shifts. The smell of hot oil and spices draws crowds to a tiny stall run by a mysterious young woman. Silken tofu pudding, golden meatballs, each bite a memory, every bowl comfort. With her first earnings, pickles, simmers, hand-pulls. Her stall grows into a shop. Her name spreads beyond town walls. Nobles, merchants, and scholars cross rivers not just for flavor,but for the warmth, soul, and humanity her food brings. Then comes her next dish: Hotpot-Spicy mala, tomato broth, creamy red date milk. Food becomes magic-healing, heartwarming, unforgettable.

Right before corporate slave You Li was hit by a car, she envied her friend who ran a shop, "I wish I could open a store and be my own boss!" When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated, bound to a system and gifted a dessert shop. Good news: Her wish came true. Bad news: It was in a famine-stricken, post-apocalyptic world. Days scorched, nights froze. Monsters roamed. Polluted rain rotted skin. The weak lived like weeds. But in the worst zone, a soft yellow light glowed-You Li's shop, untouched. Here, the air smelled sweet. The food was warm. Everyone ate their fill. Status didn't matter. Women studied, grew, thrived. That little shop? It became a street. Then a city. And one day, history recorded: the fall of Pingcheng's regime, and the rise of Jin Li-a city where all stood equal, and women reclaimed their power.

Thick fog. Volcanic eruptions. Earthquakes. Heatwaves. Endless rain. The world drowned under rising seas... In his last life, Gu Mengran survived the apocalypse for three years before dying. But when he opened his eyes, he had been reborn-armed with a mysterious space and a second chance, just before the world collapsed. His family's alive. The world hasn't ended-yet. This time, he wastes no time: sells everything, drains the family savings, and drags Grandpa into survival mode. Choking smog? Stock up on masks and hazmat suits-buy! Post-apocalyptic shortages? Rice, flour, oil, and grains-hoard! Volcanoes and earthquakes? What are you waiting for-run! Use Grandpa's retirement to buy a boat-no, a big boat. Before the end comes, their house sails into open waters as a floating villa. In his past life, Liang Zhao saved him. This time, Gu Mengran finds him early and tricks him aboard. Only now... the classmate who once seemed straighter than a power pole is looking at him with suspiciously heated eyes.

A sudden plunge to minus 60°C swept across the globe, catching humanity off guard. Billions perished in the cold. Power outages, water shortages, internet failure, and food scarcity followed. Civilization regressed. Law and order collapsed. Fang Xin endured two years of this frozen apocalypse, working herself to the bone for an ungrateful family. In the end, she died unloved, but not before taking the entire Fang family down with her. Then, she woke up. Reborn one month before the disaster began. This time, Fang Xin didn't hesitate. She hoarded supplies, prepared for chaos, and plotted her revenge. When the cold came again, she faced it alone-stronger, smarter, and ready to destroy anyone who dared use her again. No second chances. No mercy. Every enemy was crushed without hesitation. She's sharp, ruthless, and impossible to break. In a dying world, Fang Xin doesn't just survive-she dominates.

Li Shang is clean-cut, handsome, and blessed with an extraordinary memory. He abandons a brilliant future to join the city's tiny Missing Persons Investigation Unit, earning rumors that he's just a parachuted pretty boy. Until the team sees the truth. This "useless pastry" solves cases like a god, never fears authority, navigates like a compass, and can take down multiple suspects alone. The "fragile beauty" can outrun criminals through alleys, jump off rooftops, and dislocate a suspect's arm in seconds. Soon, the whole team worships him. Only Captain He Lin sees the danger. Li Shang's strength hides old wounds, chronic illness, and a body that has brushed death too many times. A candle-flame beauty holding himself together. He Lin, once a special ops soldier, lost his memory after a head injury. After joining the unit, he feels an inexplicable pull toward Li Shang. The more he investigates, the more familiar this wounded man feels, and the harder it is to look away. Forgetting is regret. Remembering is punishment. Somewhere in He Lin's lost memories is a lover he once cherished. He doesn't remember the birthday dumplings he made for Li Shang, the fridge magnet he picked out overseas, or the warmth they once shared. Now they circle each other, wanting to hold on yet afraid to lose. Bound by a red thread they can't see but can't escape. Heraclitus said that a person cannot step into the same river twice. But He Lin will fall in love with the same person once, twice, three times. Even without memories. Even across different names and lives. Even if the chance of finding him is one in ten million, He Lin will trace bones to bring Li Shang home.