Ling Yao is a well-known blogger in the food circle, relying on his glamor in front of the camera and good copywriting to make a living.
Until he hit a closed elm door in a deep alley.
"Wu Yu" only receives one table of guests a day, and the rules are tougher than the door panels. The boss, Shen Ke, is even more like a thousand-year-old iceberg, and he doesn't even bother to look him in the eye.
He doesn't believe in evil. Making reservations, apologizing, delivering ingredients, working as free labor - I tried everything I could.
But he forgot one thing.
The door went in, but he seemed unable to get out.
When Shen Ke was chopping vegetables, he was wiping the dishes next to him. When Shen Ke was making sauce, he was handing out ingredients. When Shen Ke was silent, he sat beside her and they were silent together.
Later, he learned that this man who was almost paranoid about ingredients had once been at the top of the industry. He had been plagiarized, stabbed in the back, forgotten, and finally hid himself in this deep alley.
And the person who plagiarized his creativity is standing in the spotlight, enjoying everything that should belong to him.
Ling Yao wanted to help him. I want to tell him that you are not alone.
But it doesn't stop there.
He still couldn't help but feel moved.
That night, the moonlight was very good. Ling Yao walked out of "Wuyu" and turned around at the entrance of the alley - Shen Ke was still standing in the door, looking at him.
He said nothing.
But he didn't close the door either.
Purpose: Cook food with sincerity and wait for the taste.