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All the male guests are performing affectionate performances carefully, and all the shots are chasing the aura of the rich. Only Lin Zhou washes dishes and cooks quietly every day, just wanting to make enough money to leave this false fame and fortune fair. Until Shen Qinghuan, who was forced to collapse by marriage, hid in the back kitchen and finished the bowl of Yangchun noodles he cooked while crying. That bowl of noodles replicated the taste of her grandma. The song he hummed casually sang into the softest place in her heart. From then on, Miss Bingshan could no longer tolerate others in her eyes. He healed her loneliness with cooking skills, and she melted his ice with gentleness. When the capital that had been hidden away from him came knocking on his doorstep again, this time, he was no longer alone. He wants to take back everything that belongs to him, and he also wants to keep this bowl of human fireworks. It turns out that the best life is never in the spotlight. But a bowl of hot rice, a good song, and someone who loves you year after year.