Wen Wanwan, a three-star Michelin sous chef who was reborn in 1993, was kicked out by her husband's family when she opened her eyes.
In his arms was a 2-year-old sick baby that the doctor declared "cannot be fed", and in his pocket was only three yuan and seventy cents.
Ex-husband Zhou Jianguo put his hands on his hips and sneered: "You want to set up a stall even though you are sick? If you leave me, you won't even be able to pay next month's rent."
Everyone said her life was over.
Until she activates the silver bracelet left by her grandmother - an ancient kitchen, a lost cookbook, and a Song Dynasty rabbit meat hot pot called "Boxia Gong".
The chef of the state-owned hotel took a bite of her sauce and dropped his spoon: "Who taught you this technique?"
Shen Zhiyuan, the director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, delivered the policy to his door. He took a bite of meat and was silent for three seconds: "I'll apply for a license tomorrow. Your craftsmanship shouldn't be on the street."
Her ex-husband squatted at the entrance of the alley, waiting for her to come back and beg him when she couldn't hold on any longer.
Wen Wanwan held her cub in her arms and glanced at the progress bar of the space: **17/100**.
Only when a hundred people say it tastes delicious can the next dish be unlocked.
She lowered her head and kissed her forehead: "Three months. That's enough."
**In this life, she wants to bring the taste that has been lost for thousands of years to light again, and she also wants to make the man who died young live to be eighty years old. **
