Under the century-old dome of Hastings, the air is always filled with the cold fragrance of expensive perfume mixed with butter.
34-Year-old Executive Pastry Chef Chen Pan is the absolute rule in this old money and vanity fair. Until the boss spent a lot of money to poach the 24-year-old Head Pastry Chef Qian Zhaojiu in order to check and balance her.
The fight between the old king and the new noble began. During the daytime R&D meeting, Chen Pan used cold professional vocabulary to criticize Qian Zhaojiu perfectly; Qian Zhaojiu used a gentle smile to accurately pick out the most fatal flaws in Chen Pan's formula.
But no one knew that the fire ceased in the kitchen at three o'clock in the morning, and the real confrontation had just begun.
In the locker room without any surveillance, Qian Zhaojiu pressed Chen Pan against the cold metal cabinet, and used her calloused fingertips to press a warm plaster onto Chen Pan's wrist, which was red, swollen and hot due to high-intensity work.
"Mr. Chen, when you scolded me at the meeting today, my heart was beating very fast."
Chen Pan's eyes were cold: "Chef Qian, he's really good at his techniques. I just don't know if his knife can cut cakes accurately besides making desserts?"
Others see them as incompatible enemies, but only they know that these are two women crushed by the rules, using the most extreme temptation to confirm that they are the only ones of their kind who can trust each other.
"Ah Pan, I really can't get into this bad class."
"Then... Let's go together?"
"Okay. Once we get through this month, we'll flip the table."
Concept: Constructing a spatial contrast between extreme coldness and bliss. Vanity Fair under the century-old dome is cold, hard, and depressing. The two people who are secretly entrusted with their backs are complicit ambitions and hot and soft vitality. This collision of images perfectly fits the emotions of "the old king and the new noble" from fighting to collusion.
