I inherited an old restaurant that was on the verge of bankruptcy and had a [regretful recipe] system tied into it. The task is to make up for regrets and collect "healing points" by recreating "the dish that you can never eat again" deep in others' memories. The scallion noodles I made made the bankrupt boss cry, and the boiled cabbage made the retired diplomat cry. Until one day, the system issued the ultimate mission: to reproduce the never-succeeded "sweet and sour poached eggs" left by his missing mother in childhood for the handsome detective who always came to eat alone. He said: "It tastes right... But who are you?"
