Lin Nuonuo was exchanged from Chengdu to Seoul. Her Korean was so bad that she only knew how to make gestures. The only thing she had good skills in was Sichuan cuisine and a courageous person who was not afraid of embarrassment.
On the first day, I was cursed at the airport and was handed a tissue by a strange boy. On the second day, I found out that he was a classmate - the first in the grade, the second son of the chaebol, and no one in the whole school dared to sit next to him.
A bowl of cold noodles, a box of bento, and a make-up class until dark. She slowly discovered that he was not indifferent, but that he didn't know how to talk to people.
She didn't know that he had been waiting for her for twelve years. She also didn't know that the afternoon when she knelt down to bandage his knee was the first time in the past twelve years that he had been gently picked up by someone.
Concept: He remembered a person with his sense of taste, and she gently pulled him out of the twelve-year closure with a bowl of noodles.