My Unlucky Young Master Is Making a Scene While Frying Guobaorou

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Street food | Northeastern Chinese local flavor | Hilarious everyday chaos | Bickering couple | Love grows over time | Happy ending

A head chef allergic to cooking fumes x An unlucky rich young master who fills in at the wok

[Blurb]

There's a famous local rumor about Jin's Northeastern Restaurant:

Whenever strange winds ravage the little town,

A peculiar wok-wielding woman named Jin Miaomiao randomly appears in the Jin family's kitchen.

Two layers of protective face masks, three layers of airtight protective clothing;

She appears when the wind rises and vanishes when it dies down;

Only on the days she appears does the usually quiet restaurant draw long lines of customers,

And the emergency room always gets another Jin family patient with a cooking-fume allergy.

Lu Zeyan also has a secret he can't tell anyone:

He bragged while drunk and nearly cost his family a billion-level business deal,

With nowhere else to turn, he could only beg his grandmother to save him.

"Midnight in three days. Northeast. An SSR benefactor awaits."

His wealthy grandmother, obsessed with gacha games and fortune-telling, tossed him a scrap of paper, then turned back to her phone to spend more money on the game.

With nothing to lose, Lu Zeyan booked a private jet to the coordinates and took off at once.

He landed in a desolate wasteland. Trying to drown his sorrows in liquor, he got mugged, was dumped by a rubbish bin in a pitiful state, and had a bucket of slops poured over his head...

Before he could recover, Jin Miaomiao grabbed him by the collar and hauled him to the police station.

She saved someone out of kindness, only to get punished for it: the unlucky young master blackmailed her on the spot and refused to leave her home!

From then on, the Jin family kitchen's whole atmosphere went off the rails:

"Slice the meat thinner and coat it with another layer of batter!"

"Turn down the heat! The sweet-and-sour pork is burning!"

One day, his business rival showed up, wearing an expression of disbelief and mockery.

"Young Master Lu, you actually hid in the middle of nowhere to cook and work the wok for a woman?"

Lu Zeyan hefted his cast-iron wok spatula and looked at Jin Miaomiao, directing him from outside the kitchen.

"No need to be jealous. For my wife, I'll face death a thousand times over!"

Theme: Love isn't about crossing class lines, but about meeting as equals