Twenty-year-old He Yuzhu works as a cook in the canteen of the steel rolling mill. His father, He Daqing, abandoned him and his eight-year-old sister and ran away three years ago without even a single explanation. The days in front of the stove go by like this day by day - cooking, preparing meals, coming home from get off work, cooking for my sister, and sleeping. With a salary of thirty-eight yuan and fifty cents, there was only a few yuan left for food after paying the rent, but life had to go on.
No one thinks that He Yuzhu can have any future in this life. People in the courtyard called him "Silly Pillar" - tough-talked, clumsy-handed, with a bad temper, and no other ability except playing a spoon.
But He Yuzhu didn't think so. He feels that things in front of the stove can also be done seriously - the dishes must be cooked well, people must live well, and life must be lived one by one.
In thirty years, he went from being a cook to being the head chef, from managing a pot of rice to managing a canteen. He watched the people in the yard come and go - Yi Zhonghai was enthusiastic on the surface but was actually calculating, Liu Haizhong was a sweet-talking person but was kind-hearted, Yan Bugui was stingy to the core, and Xu Damao was so smart that people couldn't trust him. He watched Qin Huairu get married and survive, and watched Jia Dongxu trick himself into death step by step. He watched his sister grow from a crying little girl to an adult with more ideas than him.
He has helped many people and offended many. He stood up for others, took the blame, said harsh words, and fought in battles. In the end, he found that his ability was only enough to do two things - fry the vegetables and protect people.
This book does not talk about time travel and rebirth, it does not rely on cheating cheats, it does not slap people in the face, and it does not abuse scum. There is only the real life of a cook step by step in the torrent of the times - there is the warm smoke of the stove, but also the chill of being frozen by life.
Half life is fireworks, half life is cold.
