Cooking Starts from Zuixianlou

When I was seven years old, my parents sent me to Zuixian Tower to work as a dishwasher. The proprietress Liu Sanniang is cold and indifferent. It is said that in her early years she was a Jianghu person, giving face to both black and white. Chef Wang, the chef, had his right hand broken and still used his left hand to teach me how to cut vegetables. He told me: There are four levels of cooking: skill, spirit, heart, and enlightenment. Once you reach the fourth level, you can make a dish that will make you cry after one bite. I didn't understand it at that time. I only know that there are three big restaurants in the city working together to destroy us. I only know that the boss said that making good food affordable for ordinary people is more important than anything else. Later I slowly understood. A bowl of scallion oil noodles can save a store, a spoonful of fried sauce can make the whole city queue up, and a pot of Laba porridge can attract an unfathomable mysterious old man. And Chef Wang, who taught me not to be impatient, taught me more than just cooking. What does this kitchen path lead to at the end? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.