Chu Jin, once a world-renowned god of cooking, fell from the altar and was demoted to a slave under the stove. He knelt on the bluestone board every day, peeling ginger and grinding garlic, and was mocked by others. No one knew that the rusty knife in his hand had once cut off the arrogance of diners from all over the world. Until that night, when hungry people besieged the city and all the granaries were burned, Lu Yuan took the stage with a soup remnant, using blood as a guide and bones as fuel to cook a delicious soup called "Nine Deaths and Resurrection Soup". The whole city was silent except for Chu Jin, who knelt down and kowtowed - that smell was the legacy of his deceased wife that he had sealed away with his own hands ten years ago. The whole city was boiling, not to save the hungry, but because the kneeling man finally raised his head.
