He was once the youngest chef to serve at a state banquet and won international awards. However, because he did not want to join the crowd, he hid in the market with his five-year-old daughter who has autism, and opened a small restaurant selling only one dish on the corner of an old street. A bowl of egg fried rice gave the picky female CEO a taste of her grandmother; a bowl of soothing soup gave the insomniac detective captain a good night's sleep; and a dish of boiled cabbage made the arrogant Michelin chef bow ninety degrees. When the black hands of capital reach out to the old streets and the bulldozers of local real estate developers approach the door, he uses a frying spoon to guard the fireworks in the world and warms the entire Jiangcheng with a pot of hot soup. From a street restaurant to the top of an international cooking competition, he just wants to tell the world: the most ultimate taste is not delicacies from the mountains and seas, but a meal that reminds people of home.
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