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.