In Guangzhou, the old fire soup is not spoken for, but it is rare. The soup, for the people of this land, is a gift from God, from what season it is, from what body it is, from what it is. It's all one set. In the dry autumn and winter seasons, the fragrance of the veggies is scattered in the old streets, and at the beginning the fragrances of the veggies are slowly fragrance and fragrance. The thick scent sank, deep sip, heart into lungs。