At eleven o'clock in the evening, a dark green iron door opened on time. This is the "Mengyan Private Chef" - there is no signboard, no menu, only Wen Meng, the manager who can taste the taste of dreams.
She made mint smoothie for the programmer who had been insomniac for three years, allowing him to taste the night breeze of his childhood summer; she cooked dark chocolate lava cake for the woman who was haunted by nightmares, and used her fluid heart to break the prison of fear.
Until a man who claimed to be a food critic pushed open the door and entered. His name was Jiang Chen. He had never dreamed since he was thirteen years old, but in a bowl of clear soup he saw the scene he had been looking for for fifteen years - a little girl running in the rain. That was Wen Meng's forgotten childhood.
When capital tycoons use "dream factories" to sell artificial dreams, and when the best life is designed as a trap from which they cannot wake up, Wen Meng and Jiang Chen must find the answer between dreaming and waking: save a soul with a dish, love a person with a dream.
What you eat is not food, it is other people's past and present lives.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
