Sufang's Pot, Don't Touch It

After ten years in Beijing, programmer Liu Jinfei lost his job in the wave of layoffs. When he was confused, he found the enamel basin and a note left by his grandmother: "If you feel tired outside one day, come back to Chengdu." So he dragged his suitcase back to the Kuanzhai Alley of Chengdu, determined to reopen his grandmother's Chuanchuan shop. With only 80,000 yuan and an old recipe, Liu Jinfei's soup-making journey suffered many setbacks. But the old neighbors in Kuan Alley accepted him: Lao Li helped him set up shop, Madam Zhou made him egg cakes, and Uncle Zhong from Heming Tea House told him with a cup of Sanhua tea that "spice and fire take time to 'get to know'." From Lao Chen, who has been painting sugar paintings for thirty-seven years in Jinli, he even realized the secret of "not having distracting thoughts and letting your hands do the work". When a pot of old soup finally tasted like grandma's, he also found a home in the smoke and smoke of this city. Here, he met Su Wan, who fled Shanghai to open a bookstore, and Xiaolu, who was afraid to sing in front of others. They were all healed in the slow time of Kuan Alley. Faced with the temptation of franchise expansion, Liu Jinfei chose to stick to this enamel basin because her grandmother's soup could not fit into a hundred pots. This is a healing novel for all tired people. It uses a pot of gurgling old soup to tell us: when you turn, there will always be a light waiting for you after turning. The winter in Chengdu is not cold, so take your time and don't rush.