The former emperor Huo Jin, incognito, squatted behind the old stove to stir-fry chicken, using the precise heat to kill the enemy with a sword. He once bore the power of the world, but now he only enters his soul for a plate of spicy fragrance. Rong Lin, a former member of the former dynasty, is now a lame stall owner selling candied haws in an alley, but he always brings a cup of warm wine late at night and silently watches him stir-fry. No one knew that what was buried under the stove was the burned dragon-patterned jade seal; what was fried in the pot was the remnant dream of the past. The two did not mention the past, but in the midst of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, they rekindled a silent world game.
