After grandma left, Lin Wan dug out an old oven among her belongings.
The moment the power was turned on, a line of handwritten recipes appeared on the inner wall of the oven - grandma's sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
She did it and it tasted exactly the same. As a result, the dessert shop came back to life, and she was promoted to the stage of the National Dessert Competition.
But no one knew that every time she reproduced a recipe, she would lose a memory of her grandmother. First it was the sound, then the scene, and in the end I couldn't even remember "why I love her".
When she finally stood on the final stage, holding a perfect sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand, she could no longer tell who this dessert was dedicated to.
Until she turned to the last page of the oven——
"Make sweet-scented osmanthus cake for Wan Wan."
It turns out that grandma has known for a long time that she will forget one day.
So those recipes were never a legacy, but a path home.
Intention: The inheritance of love is not to re-enact, but to move forward with memories