I’m 24, living alone in a first-tier city, working a typical overtime-heavy internet job. I used to have zero interest in cooking. My non-stick pan sat gathering dust in the kitchen, and my fridge was stocked with nothing but drinks and frozen ready meals. My daily routine was always the same: rushing to the subway in the morning, staring at my computer working on projects all day, and pulling late nights at the office. By the time I got home, all I wanted was to collapse into bed and order takeout for dinner. After ea ting greasy, heavily seasoned fast food for too long, my stomach felt constantly upset, and my mood grew more irritable by the day. Staring at piles of takeout boxes, I couldn’t help but feel my life had become messy and unstructured. It was a simple plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that changed everything for me. I finished work at half past eleven that night, long after everyone else had left the office. Drained and exhausted, I got home and scrolled through take