The "Wangyou Noodle House" deep in the old street has a strange rule: diners need to exchange a memory for a bowl of noodles, and the shop owner's grandma always kneads unexpected flavors into the dough - the lovelorn noodles are filled with cherry blossom tears and wrapped in salty sighs; the wanderer's beef noodles are roasted with the aroma of the soil of his hometown, and a bowl full of moonlight is shaken off when he picks them with chopsticks. Until one day, the diners discovered that mysterious lines appeared on the bottom of the bowl, and what Grandma stirred with her wooden spoon turned out to be the lost "Phantom Food Spell" in "Essential Art of Qi Min": the steamed sea bass would turn into ink and swim on the paper, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake when biting open was the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival ten years ago. When the food critic broke into the kitchen with a satellite remote sensor, he saw the ancient characters "Shanjia Qinggong" swirling in the mist of the steamer, and the grandmother's kneading hands were kneading the flax cakes from Dunhuang murals into a secret recipe for curing modern people's ailments. The smoke of fireworks hides the magic of deconstructing reality, and each delicacy is the key to awakening the sleeping taste.
