Two Generations of Cooking Gods: from the Stove to the Bell-Ringing Stand

I also had obsessions and resentments, and four generations were trapped in the same house for a lifetime. When I came back, I realized: life is like the wind. When you encounter mountains, you climb, when you encounter seas, you cross, when you encounter good people, you cherish them, and when you don't have good people, you are alone and brilliant, free from heart and wanton. Obsession is like snow, it's time to let go once it warms your palms. Sitting alone on the lonely peak, when you look up, you will see stars accompanying you.