Five-star chef Jiang Feng is reborn as a debt-ridden single father, holding his three-year-old daughter Nuan Nuan in his arms who is so hungry that she chews her fingers.
>He pushes a second-hand trolley and appears randomly in the corner of the city every day.
>The golden fried rice is wrapped in egg, the aroma penetrates three streets, and the Michelin director licks the plate in public.
>The financial tycoon offered him a million-dollar annual salary to be his private chef. Jiang Feng shook his head: "Nuan Nuan is waiting for me in the kindergarten."
>Diners frantically chased the stalls and established a thousand-person intelligence network: "Who found Jiang Feng today?"
>Until one day when it rained heavily, the crowd chasing stalls formed a circle holding umbrellas and watched Nuan Nuan squatting on a small bench eating wontons.
>Jiang Feng smiled: "I'll open a small shop next week and won't hide anymore."
