Sinful chef Jiang Zhaoxue is exiled to the lowest-tier Qingwu Village. She cannot taste flavors, left with only an old stove seal that specializes in picking flaws. The village well has been poisoned with medicine residue, the vegetable fields have been charred black for three years, yet the delivered top-grade spiritual meal porridge smells hollowly fragrant. No one believes this disgraced chef until a little girl collapses clutching her stomach. Jiang Zhaoxue does not argue, only opening the stove: a pot of scorched rice soup suppresses the stomachache, a bowl of vegetable porridge wins over the top-grade spiritual meal, and a bite of spicy hot pot tears open the scheme of the Spiritual Meal Pavilion confiscating the true flavors of ten thousand households. Ratings can be faked, but taste cannot fool those who are hungry.