Lu Zhiwei was once the chef of a state banquet. He was kicked out of the kitchen due to a false accusation and made a living by cooking porridge at an alley stall incognito. Cen Zhaoye, the stern chairman of the state banquet judging panel, had not tasted a dish that he liked in seven years, until one day he smelled the familiar heat in a bowl of scallion noodles. He followed the taste and saw her frantically stir-frying in front of the stove, her eyes like knives and her fingertips burning - that was no ordinary cook, she was a soul that had been grabbed by fate and still refused to turn off the flame. He remained calm, but secretly set up a battle to seize the seat, just to let her return to the golden door that once shut her out.
