When Su Wan arrived in 1980, her family was dirt poor.
The stove held nothing but a battered iron wok and half a jar of lard.
No one thought she could make anything of herself.
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Then she went to work at the county food factory, where one plate of twice-cooked pork had the workshop supervisor eating three bowls of rice.
Then she went to the provincial capital, where one bowl of three-cup chicken made the head chef of a state-run restaurant put down his chopsticks and ask:
“Who taught you to cook?”
Later, she opened her own restaurant, and people lined up outside every day.
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How did she do it?
She wiped down the stovetop and gave one simple answer:
“With the wok in my hands, I hold the key to everyone’s appetite.”
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking!