I’m thirty-five, a seasoned Sichuan chef in Chengdu.
An accident left my left shoulder shattered. The moment I went down, I was burdened with 200,000 yuan in debt, raising two children alone, and with surgery nowhere in sight. My life hit rock bottom.
After spending half my life working in restaurant kitchens, I had mastered the art of cooking over a roaring flame. But my severe injury nearly took away my livelihood. Then, in the depths of despair, I unexpectedly awakened the Divine Chef Assistance System.
No sudden windfall, no overnight riches.
The System only hones my cooking, corrects my heat control, and steadies my knife skills. It gives me real ability, never a shortcut.
If I can’t do strenuous work, I’ll cook with my right hand alone.
I rent a small street-side restaurant, hold fast to a craftsman’s principles, follow the rules of the food business, and devote myself to the bustle of old Chengdu.
Jealous competitors, deliberate sabotage, the warmth and coldness of business connections, and tangled interests in the restaurant world come one after another.
People think doing business means scheming against each other. I know that the world of business isn’t about fighting and killing, but about navigating human relationships.
I make my living with a wok and spatula, and earn people’s trust with authentic Sichuan cooking.
Starting with a stall outside a little street-side shop, I settle neighborhood disputes, win corporate catering contracts, secure reliable suppliers, and expand step by step.
A shattered shoulder plunged me into the depths, but the stove fire never went out.
With honest cooking, I’ll pay off my debts, support my family, and save for surgery, making a steady comeback against the odds amid the everyday warmth of life.
