City · Imagination · Food · Healing
After my master stole the recipe and kicked me out, I was desperate and signed up to work as a cook at the Antarctic Great Wall Station.
The station only had canned food and instant noodles, and more than 20 scientific expedition members ate fast food for three months. I made everyone cry with a packet of hot pot base. The Russian man was boiled to tears, and the Korean researcher said, "This soup tastes like home." I exchanged hot pot for ingredients, seeds, and greenhouse vegetables from various stations.
The polar night has come, and the sun cannot be seen for three months. She stood on the dark ice field waiting for me to make hot pot, and said: "The person who is willing to come to you through the darkness is your whole world."
Later, the person who ruined everything for me also came to Antarctica. He stood in my kitchen and said, "What happened before was my fault. I don't ask for your forgiveness."
I picked up the kitchen knife and dropped it on the chopping board: "You make your documentary, and I'll open my hotpot restaurant. It's even."
Antarctica is very cold. But the people here are very warm
