Whale Noodle House

Su Qingya, a laid-off female worker, used all her savings to buy a scrapped No. 3 Bus. Everyone said it was a pile of scrap metal. But she saw something else - when flour stirred up fine snow under the solitary lamp at four o'clock in the morning, when the rusty car body glowed dark blue in the morning light, it looked more like a whale stranded on land. She called it the Whale. Kneading dough, making soup, and lighting "eyes" modified from old miner's lamps in the carriage. The dough needs to be kneaded 216 times, the soup needs to be simmered for three hours, and the sauerkraut needs to listen to the bubbles in the jar. Later, the green-haired sister came back, the mute anchor knocked on the door, and the color-blind painter hid in the carriage... The five scarred girls began to clumsily repair each other and their own lives in the belly of the iron whale. From a bowl of "Deep Sea Sliced ​​Noodles" to the "Whale Pot Helmet" on the corner of Xiangpiao Street; from the abandoned corner of Sanlu Station to the thousand-year gaze of Yungang Grottoes. They used flour, temperature, and the light that refused to go out to fight against the cold water that life kept throwing at them. This is more than just the birth of a noodle shop. This is a story about how flowers grow from wounds, how smoke rises from ruins, and how a lone whale in the deep sea finds a pod of whales.