Modern construction worker Zhang Yuben is the owner of a fried noodle shop. Due to the economic depression, he was forced to turn to construction sites to make a living. A safety belt broke during a high-altitude operation, and the moment he fell from the building, he traveled through time and space and landed in an ancient market. Covered in dust, he wakes up on the bluestone slab, and encounters Li Yue, a girl from Buzhuang whose engagement is being annulled. The way her skirt is stained with powder and she is holding a basin overlaps with the light and shadow of the stove in Zhang Yu's memory. When the mean stepmother He Hua humiliated Li Yue in the street, Zhang Yu relied on his intuition of kneading dough for many years to blurt out the slight deviation in the water temperature of the dough in her hand, thus tying the fate of the two.
The mysterious image of the bronze tripod pattern flashing when it falls coincides with the ancient jade totem on the waist of the young master of the Sun family; the complex gestures Li Yue made unconsciously while kneading the dough hint at the lost skill of noodle making. In order to help Li Yue get rid of the "Kfu" rumors, Zhang Yu picked up the kitchen knife, integrated the modern fried sauce recipe into ancient cooking utensils, and stirred up the market with a bowl of noodles with rich sauce flavor. From improving the stone mill to making homemade sweet noodle sauce, the two gradually fell in love in the smoke of the stove fire, but they didn't know that Sun Jiazheng was secretly teaming up with He Hua to hatch a conspiracy against the noodle stall.
When the gold-lettered signboard of "Zhang Ji Noodle Stall" was raised high, the aroma of spicy oil attracted Thomson, a businessman from the Western Regions, to stop, and also attracted the blackmail of local ruffian Zhao Jie. The incomplete genealogy that Li Yue stroked late at night vaguely revealed his family's connection to the millennium-old noodle culture. At this moment, the copper buckle from the construction site in Zhang Yu's chest suddenly glowed with green light, and the familiar sound of chimes came from the depths of the market... This bowl of fried noodles that traveled through time and space was quietly boiling the taste revolution of a dynasty.
