In 2012, everyone was anxiously discussing the end of the world, which celebrity would get married, and the relationship between winter fashion trends.
I, Su Nian, am an ordinary girl. I have a harmonious family. There are no turmoils caused by the mistress's troubles or the bloodshed caused by the housing dispute. I am well-off and have no worries about food and clothing. Wear makeup occasionally and look forward to love. In my second year of college, I have done nothing. I have not held an official position in the student union. I am a little cynical and feel that being a pushover is boring. There are a lot of ordinary scumbags in the university, and it is probably difficult to recognize them among the crowd.
I don't want to boast about my cooking skills, but when it comes to cooking, it tastes really delicious. There is only one thing that tastes different every time I make it, but the same thing is that it tastes terrible every time. It's called instant noodles. I thought maybe I was just like it, ordinary and tasted bad. Until later, I met a man, a 25-year-old social worker. At work, he is probably successful, a narcissistic person. And I thought that for him, I would pick up my ideals and look at them again, make myself look better, and cook instant noodles better.
But I gradually discovered that the more instant noodles are cooked, the more unpalatable they become...