In 1984, Nancheng No. 3 Steel Rolling Plant...
Shu Chunsheng worked in the cafeteria as a cook for three years, but his job as a full-time job was given by the director to his nephew, who only knew how to steam steamed buns.
He took off his apron, tore off the "suspension without pay" notice at the factory gate, and set up a stall on the street.
The first pot of braised pork is simmering, and the aroma opens the door of the steel rolling mill.
The workers lined up with enamel jars and said, "Dachun, your craftsmanship is ten times better than that of a state-owned restaurant!"
His father scolded him for "losing his iron job" and his fiancée's family broke off the engagement.
Shu Chunsheng said nothing, but stood more firmly in front of the stove.
He believes that craftsmen will never die of hunger.
The meat in the pot was bubbling. The winter in Nancheng was very cold, but this bowl of rice was hot.
