He is the head chef of the Kwantung Army Headquarters, and everyone loves to eat his cooking - from generals to soldiers, from civil servants to secret agents. No one knows that each of his dishes is a piece of information: there is a secret note hidden in the braised pork, the chopped green onions floating on the soup surface represent the coordinates of the action, and the way the steamed buns are pinched determines the moment of life and death. For seven years, he used a frying spoon to deliver information into the hearts of Japanese soldiers, which was safer than radio because no one would check the meals.
Until Yamamoto Ichiro, the new section chief of the Super High School, appeared in front of the stove. After the man finished his food, he said: "The food you cooked has a kind of 'pot flavor' that only Chinese people understand." His hand shook and he almost turned over the pot.
He is the "smoke", and the stove is his battlefield. But when a young woman who claimed to be a cook walked into the back kitchen and told him what "the pot is not cold" with a bowl of green onion and sea cucumber, he found that the pot had been there for seven years and was no longer his alone.
The pot gas is a secret code and the stove is a fortress. Under the blade, above the oil smoke, a secret battle of life and death on the tip of the tongue quietly begins.
