Shen Ruian recovered from a serious illness and moved back to her grandmother's Guifenzhai pastry shop with her five-year-old daughter Xiaotang and a native dog named Nian Gao. Grandma Wang Guifen is seventy years old. Her hands shake when kneading dough, but she can still scold him for being "as skinny as a firewood stick." The shop is located in an alley in the old city, opposite an abandoned stage. Business is so deserted that it can barely sell ten cakes a day. One morning, he casually clicked on an inexplicable check-in interface on his mobile phone and gained the ability to "appraise ingredients" - he could see the "freshness" value of tomatoes, smell the "original flavor" of flour, and even sense the emotion of a cabbage being harvested. From then on, Shen Ruian's life changed: she went to the vegetable market to pick vegetables with dew and "happy value", used the pickle recipe passed down by her grandmother to pickle the crispy cucumbers that her neighbors queued up to buy, and guarded the rice wine jar late at night waiting for it to send out the aroma signal that it was "ready to open the jar". Daughter Xiaotang raised rice cakes above her head like a pilot, and her grandmother taught Xiaotang how to make lotus cakes. Lu Zhizhou, the man who had abandoned them, suddenly returned to the alley with a box of three-year-old osmanthus cakes in his hand. Shen Ruian did not accept the high-paying poaching offer from her competitors, nor did she pay attention to her ex-boyfriend's apology. He just saw a yellowed recipe fragment among the sign-in rewards one day. It said in his grandmother's handwriting: "Rui'an's favorite jujube paste cake when he was three years old. The recipe is...", And half of it was burned. He put down his cell phone, walked into the kitchen, and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, I'm not leaving."
