Su Wanqing is the last watchman in Jiangcheng's Qingshi Alley. She guarded an old tavern that had been dusty for many years, guarded half of the incomplete recipes passed down from her ancestors, and guarded an unattainable dream - to let the lights of "Wanqing Little House" light up again in this ever-changing city. She believes that food has a soul and can heal.
Lu Zhiyan is the most mysterious "tongue judge" in the food world. He has single-handedly stirred up the dining scene, and his reviews are accurate, sharp and merciless. In his eyes, food is data, techniques, and an accurate presentation of commercial value, and there is no room for any "vapid" human touch.
One rainy night, over a bowl of seemingly ordinary noodles, people from two worlds unexpectedly clashed.
She angrily scolded him: "You don't know what real food is!"
He sneered back: "Your kind of sentiment will not last three days in the market."
When Su Wanqing devoted all her determination to revitalizing the small restaurant, she discovered that the man who scorned her hard work had become her biggest competitor, intent on transforming the old house she regarded as a treasure into a cold business empire.
A battle between tradition and modernity, emotion and capital begins. From the dispute over a bowl of noodles to the discussion over a dish; from the swordsmanship in the kitchen to the back and forth in the shopping mall. This pair of happy enemies, in the steaming of human fireworks, unknowingly healed each other's deepest wounds, and also tasted the most authentic taste of love.
It turns out that the best taste is just a bowl of fireworks with the one you spend half of your life with.
