Lu Ci, 34, was laid off.
A former product director of a large factory, he has been unemployed for three months. The recruitment software has been unable to read 37 items, and his mortgage loan is worth a penny. In order to survive, he took on a strange job - going to a strange woman's house to cook a meal.
After that meal, he got a permanent job.
Su Wantang, VP of an investment bank, lives his life as a battlefield. The only things in her refrigerator were mineral water and expired yogurt, and she hadn't had a proper dinner in three months. The first meal Lu Ci cooked, she ate until she was silent.
Cheng Nian, a fashion designer, fills the refrigerator with frozen food to find a sense of security. Her studio was filled with fabrics and takeout boxes. She didn't say anything, but Lu Ci knew that there was a hole in her heart that couldn't be filled.
Shen Qinghe, piano teacher, a person who shuts himself in music. She said, "I can do it alone," but every dumpling she made was decorated with the tricks her mother taught her.
Lu Ci is just a cook. But every dish on his menu is tailor-made for someone. He knew that Su Wantang wanted to eat stomach-warming food after staying up late, that Cheng Nian could only eat hot and sour noodles when he was sad, and that Shen Qinghe's mother also made mushroom slider.
This is a story about food and people. There is no system, no rebirth, no exaggerated imagination. There are only three women who have been polished by life, and a man who has rediscovered his value in the kitchen.
Their relationship started with a meal, but it was much more than just a meal.
The best love is hidden in firewood, rice, oil and salt.
