The cold chef Lu Yetang was forcibly recognized as the missing young master by his family, but he turned on the stove in front of everyone during the ancestor worship ceremony. As the oil exploded, he angrily said: "I only recognize the spatula, not the blood." Yan Wujiu, as the imperial kitchen supervisor, was ordered to escort him back to his place, but after watching him make thirty-six cold dishes with his bare hands, he silently accepted the token. He didn't understand why this lunatic could carve a phoenix from ice slag into Nirvana, and he didn't understand why he always peeked at him at night to cook a pot of wild vegetable soup that no one recognized. It wasn't until Lu Yetang smashed the imperial golden pot into the snow that day that Yan Wujiu understood - he didn't want to recognize his ancestors, but wanted to use human fireworks to burn through all the false shackles of the clan.
