Eleven years after her father was unjustly disappeared, Bai Xiaolu received the twelve tokens from Qin Shiyu on the top of the seventh floor of Changzhou Restaurant.
My father only left a note with one word written on it: West.
Going west, there are eight cities and eight flavors.
From the saltiness of the salt wells in western Sichuan to the spiciness of the Jianmenguan Shu Road; from the bitterness of Han Chinese medicinal diet to the sourness of Chang'an Tang fruit; from the freshness of Luoyang water mats to the sweetness of Kaifeng soup dumplings - Bai Xiaolu and 11 companions walked out of the shelter of Changzhou Restaurant, using their cooking skills as their swords to confront the Food Regulatory Commission with one hand covering the sky.
The branch was smashed, teammates were kidnapped, the flour was tampered with, and betrayal happened the moment the steamer was opened. And deep in the Hanzhong stronghold, an account book revealed a spine-chilling code name - "Mr."
The man who wrote only with cinnabar and ground ink used her father's technique to make her a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
"How does this bowl compare to your father's?"
All flavors will eventually end up in a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
**[The prequel "This Bowl of Soup is a Little Sweet" has been completed. You can read it for free by clicking on the author's homepage - see how a sixteen-year-old girl climbed from a Dongshi noodle stall to the top of the seventh floor, and the twelve tokens reunited for the first time. **
