Hard to Find in One Pot

Lin Yi, a food blogger with 2.3 Million followers, was chased and called a "plagiarism dog" by the entire Internet overnight. The person who reported him was named Zhou Fang. He didn't know any of the people who scolded him. Shut down. Buy a ticket. Return to Pingding. A broken workshop, a cold-faced father, and an old casserole left behind by my grandfather. There is a circle of dark lines on the bottom of the pot, like oracle bones. The first pot of porridge was brought out. Grandma Zhang, who was 80 years old, drank it and shed tears into the bowl: "This smell... Belongs to your grandfather." The video was posted online, and within three hours, it had been viewed five million times. Someone offered 50,000 yuan to buy a pot, but he wouldn't sell it. Some people accused him of hype, but he didn't reply. His father had never praised him once in his life, but in the middle of the night he handed him a copper scraper with six words engraved on the handle - Fire is the human heart. Zhou Fang was not going to let him go. Grab the trademark. Buy reviews. He tore up his score sheet in public and scolded him on live broadcast: "You have shamed all the people in Pingding." Lin Yi was neither noisy nor fussy. Set up the pot, light the fire, and stew the meat. From the casserole stall at the entrance of the alley that was driven away by the urban management, to the food festival in the provincial capital, to the Beijing Intangible Cultural Heritage Expo—— He used a dish to silence those who scolded him, and a pot to make those who looked down on him line up. But the real difficulty is not winning. I opened the last page of my grandfather's notes and found the torn-out line. It was my father who finally spoke and told the truth about what was burned in the fire thirty years ago. It was he who finally understood—— The pot can stew even the hardest bones. It takes a lifetime to stew the human heart.