A fifty-cent bowl of noodle soup was the only warmth of Xu Anning's childhood. Fang Xiulan, the noodle shop auntie with a harsh mouth and soft heart, took her in for ten years to support her studies, shielded her from the dirty water of stealing money, and watched her fight her way from the high school entrance examination room all the way into law school. When developers want to demolish the noodle shop, the girl who used to wash bowls has returned wearing a judge's robe—this time, let me protect you. A bowl of plain noodles, raising a female judge.