In the year 3024 of the interstellar calendar, when food synthetics ruled the taste buds, Su Wan's ancestral iron pot made a hole in the garbage planet. When she cooked the first pot of seafood porridge with the mutated seaweed she picked up, the robotic arm miners burst through the canteen door smelling the aroma - the unprecedented aroma of rice oil from the synthetic agent made their rusty taste chips crazy overload.
She set up a stove in an abandoned spaceship: using ancient earth tomatoes preserved in meteorite ice cellars, she made borscht that made the imperial marshal cry for the secret recipe; she kneaded Zerg honey and stardust wheat into bread, and when bitten into it, liquid galactic crumbs burst out. The most amazing thing is the "emotional cuisine" she invented: when a lovelorn person eats her wine-soaked cherry cake, he will see the cherry blossom rain in his memory; when an irritable mecha pilot swallows spicy crayfish, a gentle pink light oozes from the gaps in the armor.
When the food inspection team seized the canteen for "illegal use of natural ingredients", diners from all over the interstellar drove spaceships and blocked the front of the parliament building. Su Wan stood in front of the iron pot, raised the corner of her mouth, and sprinkled the last handful of ancient earth peppercorns into the boiling soup - it turned out that the coordinates of the entire forgotten food planet were sewn in the pocket of her chef uniform. And the silent young man who always came to help her chop wood, the royal crest that flashed across his fingertips when cleaning the stove, quietly overlapped with the imprint on the title page of her grandmother's cookbook...
