第1章 奶爸与小棉袄

Dad and Little Cotton Jacket

Jiang Feng, a 28-year-old divorced father, is left with only a rusty cart, his three-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Xiaoman, and a leaky rental apartment in a corner of the city. The landlord's knock on the door, demanding payment, sounds like a death knell, but the little girl in his arms smiles and says, "Daddy's porridge is the sweetest."

In despair, the "Human Fireworks Gourmet System" was activated—no mysterious supernatural powers, only exquisite recipes, ingredient awareness, and an upgradeable food truck. Starting with the first bowl of "Wontons in Clear Soup" at the alley entrance, a long line quietly formed in front of Jiang Feng's stall. The richness of the golden braised egg, the scorching aroma of the pan-fried buns, the warm sweetness of the osmanthus wine... Each dish concealed his love for Xiaoman, becoming a late-night comfort for office workers and a morning anticipation for the lonely elderly.

Ye Wei, a sharp-tongued food blogger, visited the restaurant anonymously, only to be struck by a bowl of wontons. Her negative review unexpectedly sparked a surge in traffic: "Amazing broth from a humble cart!" Since then, a "shadow effect" has spread throughout the city—a single announcement of a stall opening in Jiang Feng's WeChat group sparks a long line of people waiting at the alley entrance.

The cart eventually became a high-tech restaurant called "Warm Home," but crises followed: rumors, capital hunting, and demolition of old alleys... In the wind and rain, diners held up signs that read "Trust Flash Mob." Ye Wei held his hand tightly: "Taste is your sword, I am your shield." Xiaoman stood on tiptoe and placed Ye Wei's hand in her father's palm: "Mom Ye Wei, don't go."

This is a journey that starts with making a living through fireworks and ends with landing at the place where thousands of lights shine.

28岁的离异奶爸江枫，只剩下一辆锈迹斑斑的破推车、三岁半的女儿小满，和城市角落里漏风的出租屋。房东催缴房租的敲门声像丧钟，怀里的小棉袄却仰着笑脸说：“爸爸做的粥最甜。”
绝境中，“人间烟火美食家系统”激活——没有玄幻异能，只有极致食谱、食材感知与一辆能升级的餐车。从巷口第一碗【清汤小馄饨】开始，江枫的摊前悄然排起长队。黄金卤蛋的醇厚、生煎包的焦香、桂花酒酿的暖甜… 每一道食物都藏着他对小满的心意，也成了社畜的深夜慰藉、孤老的晨间期待。
毒舌美食博主叶薇匿名探店，却被一碗馄饨击中心防。她的差评博文意外引爆流量：“简陋推车里的惊世清汤！” 自此，“影子效应”席卷全城——江枫的微信群里一条出摊通知，巷口便排起等待的长龙。
手推车终成科技餐吧“暖心·归处号”，危机却接踵而至：谣言抹黑、资本围猎、老巷拆迁… 风雨中，食客们举着“信任快闪”的灯牌，叶薇握紧他的手：“味道是你的剑，我是你的盾。” 而小满踮脚将叶薇的手放进爸爸掌心：“叶薇妈妈，别走。”
这是一场始于烟火谋生的旅程，终在万家灯火处靠岸。当“暖心号”载着江枫、叶薇和长大的小满