Yan Que, the cold cook, has lived in seclusion for ten years. A spoonful of soup can extend his life, and a chopstick can end his hatred. That night he came to the Lu family, not for fame and fortune, but just to repay the promise of his life. All the dignitaries in the city knelt down and begged for soup, but he only looked at Lu Zhuoyuan and turned around to leave. No one knew that the broken jade key in Lu Zhuoyuan's hand was forged by him himself; no one knew that he was willing to die just to wait for her to open the stove fire that had been sealed for seven years. If the cold stove does not burn, it is not because there is no fire, but it is waiting for someone to hold the chopsticks and open the seal.
