Wang Yanduo, 22 years old, graduated from Dongzi Vocational and Technical College. I failed all interviews in thirty-one companies and was scolded by HR in front of me, "Who do you think you are?"
Everyone said that this stupid girl can only eat old people or get married. No one knows - her stupidity is just an act.
Until that morning, she had a dream. In the dream, an old chef who had been cooking traditional dishes for thirty-six years was abandoned by the times and jumped off a bridge across the river. Then the sky exploded with golden light, and the shadow of a God of Cookery descended from the sky, taking the old chef to heaven.
When she woke up, she thought it was just a bizarre dream. Until she bought a wooden box covered with dust for 100 yuan at a second-hand book market - inside lay a roll of yellowed silk with eight words written on it: "Secret Manual of the Royal Recipe and Shang Shi Bureau."
Kaiyuan twenty-fifth year. Preface written by Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. A royal recipe from thirteen hundred years ago.
The first dish: Jade White Jade Soup. The second course: golden shrimp. The third course: Braised mutton——
She used a bowl of soup to make the veteran's father's eyes red, used a shrimp to make the retired quality inspector who had not been in the kitchen for fifteen years pick up the frying spoon again, and used a pot of braised mutton to make the couple who had been quarreling for twenty-three years stop the war.
From a stupid girl who was rejected by thirty-one companies to a female chef who was eager to help her with suggestions in the whole community - Wang Yanduo only did one thing.
Prepare the dishes.
The place where the smoke rises is the way back.
On the day the God of Cookery entrusted her with a dream, she got her own ticket.
