After I Was Expelled, Half of Jiangcheng Cried over My Ribs.

Qin Xiao is twenty-three years old and has not graduated from high school. He has done everything from driving a spoon to delivering food and carrying bricks, but he has never been able to do anything for a long time. Late at night when the restaurant owner gave him three hundred yuan and kicked him out, he sat on the curb and ate cold rice balls, feeling that this was probably what he would do for the rest of his life. Until a voice sounded in my head—— [Ding——The host's professional desire is detected: chef. The Taotie Gourmet System was successfully bound. A plate of garlic pork ribs created a long queue at the entrance of the alley. A bowl of braised pork makes a grown man call his mother on the street. A dish of boiled cabbage made the big star lower himself and sneak into his kitchen. From the Fly Restaurant in the old alleys of Jiangcheng, to 25 branches across the country, and then to Tokyo, Seoul, and New York. He went from being a person to a group of disciples and then to a family. This is not a cheating and counterattack story. This is a story about cooking with heart and using food to warm people's hearts. Some people say that there is magic in his food, and you will cry after taking one bite. He said no, it's just that there are words he didn't say hidden in every dish—— "The best taste is for the people you love the most."