When the Buddhist delivery rider smashed the Michelin judge's tea cup, Su Lan's tongue tasted the secret palace recipe from three hundred years ago.
The paralyzed bamboo horse held the broken porcelain pieces and pressed forward step by step: "This boiled cabbage dish, you can taste the heat error by 0.3 Seconds at the age of eight."
A century-old restaurant on the verge of closure, a food philosopher with no desires, and an undercurrent of Chinese cuisine.
Late at night when the green tea daughter overturned the casserole, Su Lan dipped in chili oil and signed the diagnosis: congenital taste failure.
Can the iron spoon emerging from the dark cooking world heat up two frozen gluttonous hearts?
When the old stove rekindles the blue flame, this redemption that begins with the taste buds is brewing the past of Qingmei over twenty years and the truth on the tip of the tongue.