At the beginning of spring in the first year of Jiayou, before dawn, the fragrance was already wafting from the Shen family courtyard in Yinanqiao Lane, Kaifeng City.
Twelve-year-old Shen Zhiwei has been pregnant for twelve years, and her greatest pleasure is thinking about food. The other girl loves rouge and gouache, and she loves the kitchen; the other girl learns lessons from Nuhong, and she learns how to fry spring rolls that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
"Dad, Mom, try the spring rolls I made!"
The golden and crispy skin, colorful fillings, one bite, five flavors explode on the tip of the tongue, like someone setting off a firework in the mouth.
This is just the beginning.
From golden spring rolls to scallion noodles, from chicken soup wontons to crab meat and lion heads, she conquered the stomachs of her family and amazed the mouths of diners with her delicacies.
Gu Qingyan, a young man from a poor family who often came to Shen's house for dinner, was Shen Mingyuan's most valued student. He is thin and taciturn. Whenever he comes back to eat, he is always too reserved to move his chopsticks.
Shen Zhiwei noticed it and calmly filled an extra bowl of soup and put it next to his hand.
"Reading consumes your brain, so eat more."
Later, he became her most loyal eater and her strongest supporter.
From Zhouqiao Noodle Stall to Jinweixuan Restaurant, from selling private dishes to royal banquets, she came step by step, and he responded to her kindness with his studies and companionship.
This is a story about food, dreams, and growth. There is no intrigue, only warm daily life; there is no golden finger, only careful management.
Intention: The fireworks in the world are the most soothing to ordinary people's hearts.