I ran the canteen of a heavy-industry factory for ten years, feeding over ten thousand physically demanding laborers with blazing-hot boxed meals that cost just 15 yuan and left everyone full. But the newly appointed general manager, Zhao Yunke, grew jealous of my staggering daily revenue. He forcibly seized the canteen and even overturned my century-old soup stock. Bringing in unscrupulous capital, he pushed technology-made, prepackaged meals on everyone, treating workers like eating machines with no sense of taste. Everyone thought a humble wok chef like me could only swallow my anger. What he didn't know was that three days later, I would drive a heavy-duty truck fitted with ten blazing-hot woks straight to the canteen of his hundred-billion-yuan prepackaged-food empire.