Financial tycoon Chen Mo went bankrupt overnight, betrayed his family, and returned to his ancestral home with only a greedy orange cat. I wanted to lie down and die, but I found out that this fat cat was actually a "stove cat" who had been practicing for hundreds of years. His cat's paws were more slippery than a Michelin chef. In order to help his cat owner practice cultivation, he was forced to reopen the ancestral kitchen, but his target customers were: souls consumed by 996, gourmets who had lost their sense of taste, parents and children with frozen relationships... A "Soul-Reviving Egg Fried Rice", a bowl of "Original Heart Yangchun Noodles", and seemingly ordinary home-cooked dishes can actually cure modern urban diseases. When capital rivals suppressed her, her father suffering from Alzheimer's disease was about to forget everything. Chen Mo saw the true meaning of inheritance on the tip of the cat's owner's tail - the most precious wealth was never in Wall Street, but in the warm and ordinary human fireworks.
