Hidden in the crab-shell green morning mist of Pingjiang River in Suzhou is a tongue-in-cheek drama that spans forty years. Zhou Weiguo, the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, dragged his slightly lame right leg and split the battlefield between tradition and modernity between the smart steamer and the century-old fir barrel. When the cold chain truck crashed into the morning fog at the old wharf, and when the live broadcast camera focused on the eel blood plum pattern under the copper knife, a hot search storm about "craftsman soul" quietly boiled. In the fireworks of smart kitchenware and old copper knives, in the water alley where cold chain trucks and awning boats run parallel, three hearts that have been slowly simmered by the slow fire of the years finally see their original intentions in the amber light of Drunk Crab. When live broadcast rewards meet intangible cultural heritage craftsmanship, when trade secrets meet master-disciple inheritance, a new fire ignites in the old stove of Suzhou City.
I can't understand it, but I'm shocked