An apprentice stole the recipe to sell, and the boss thought the two-yuan split per pack was too expensive, joining forces to sweep Lao Lin out the door. They thought a single recipe could replicate thirty years of craftsmanship, not knowing Lao Lin had long seen through everything. As the plum rains arrived, the assembly-line braised food lost its true flavor, while the street-corner Xu Ji had long lines after he took the ladle. Blocking sources of supply, framing and causing trouble, and live-streaming fake-busting—Lao Lin took them all on one by one; Jielumen finally reaped what it sowed for abusing industrial essence for profit. And behind this gray-haired old chef, there unexpectedly hid an identity capable of shaking the catering industry of the Four Southern Provinces.