Fireworks in the Mortal World

When I was laid off and dumped, I returned to Chongqing to inherit a hot pot restaurant on the verge of closing. That was when I discovered my greatest enemy wasn’t the terrible business, but the foreign landlord living upstairs, a “country bumpkin” who haggled fluently in Chongqing dialect. And he seemed to be hiding a secret powerful enough to turn the entire Sichuan-Chongqing food scene upside down.