If you are in a certain city late at night and smell the aroma of lard, chopped green onions and sweet noodle sauce, and see a man in an old apron, spooning behind a squeaky tricycle...
Might as well walk over and buy a pancake.
Tell him: **"Three spoons of oil, not one spoon less."**
He will smile at you, and then at some moment, you may think of——
**The person you thought you had forgotten, and the time you thought you had lost. **
**That is the ultimate magic of cooking. **
**Also, it belongs to every ordinary person, the legend of the God of Cooking. **
