He signs the divorce papers without hesitation, and she smiles contemptuously, calling him a "poor, pathetic cook" who will never amount to anything. Kicked out with nothing, he has only one possession left: a black iron wok passed down through generations. On his first day back in the village, he takes on a village banquet that nobody else dares to handle. The moment his cabbage and cured pork stew is served, its irresistible aroma spreads halfway down the street, and even wealthy businessmen from the county town line up with bowls in hand. Meanwhile, her fast-food restaurant is shut down for using unscrupulous prepackaged meals. With creditors at her door, she ends up homeless and destitute. On her hungriest day, she follows a familiar aroma to his cooking station. Bubbling in the pot is the creamy white lamb soup she once despised but now craves so desperately that it brings tears to her eyes. He hands her a pair of dishwashing gloves and says, "Sixty yuan a day, with two meals included." She accepts.