A fire illuminates the love and hate of three generations
The sound of his father Li Zongtang's throwing the spoon followed him like a shadow, Park Sun-hee's overturned sugar bowl stuck to his heartbeat, and his mother's words "My child, you have suffered" beside the kimchi jar burned through the lies. When hibiscus flowers bloom all over the branches of Sichuan Qiong, the former "traitor of taste" finally realizes——
The spicy twice-cooked pork needs to be neutralized with matsutake mushrooms, and the hot life needs to be carefully carved with guarded knives.
