When Chen Sheng came to the Golden Triangle, he just wanted to open a rice roll shop and live quietly.
Here dragons and snakes are mixed, and dangers abound. But he soon discovered that compared to guns, sometimes a steaming bowl of rice rolls and a well-timed word can open a closed door better.
Local vendors regard him as a reliable protector, the downtrodden old warlords find respect in him, savvy middlemen are willing to exchange information with him, and even the mysterious Uncle Guai has become a regular customer in his shop.
His small shop is not big, but it has gradually become a neutral place where three religions and nine streams meet. Don't talk about grudges, just talk about friendship.
He didn't participate in the fight, but no one dared to touch his shop; he didn't take any side, but he became someone everyone wanted to win over.
In this lawless land, he relied on his cooking skills and worldly wisdom to weave a network of his own, quietly taking root in a silent place.
