I spent five years working the wok at the night market, finally saving up 100,000 yuan to pay my younger sister's tuition fees. But my childhood friend borrowed all the money, claiming that his mother was seriously ill. To my surprise, he turned around and opened a luxurious, high-end seafood restaurant right across from my stall. When I demanded my money back, he not only repeatedly refused to repay the debt but also used sports cars to block my entrance, poached my employees with high salaries, and deliberately slashed prices, trying to drive me completely out of the night market. Since he has no sense of honor, I'll let my cooking do the talking! All his fake extravagance is no match for honest hard work. With just three iron woks, blazing-high heat, and the genuine support of the local community, I win the recognition of food lovers and culinary judges throughout the city with the authentic flavors of street food.