So the next time you’re in a late-night kitchen, standing over a wok with a broken heart and a bag of wilting scallions, remember Seo Poong. Remember the shoomph .
But the toss? The toss is an act of faith. It says: I have nothing. But I have heat. And heat is enough. wok of love
is the ex-fiancée of the man who ruined Poong. She’s also a bankrupt heiress, a former professional golfer, and a woman with a secret: she can’t taste food. After a childhood trauma, her palate went blank. Yet she ends up as the cashier at Giant Wok, where the only thing she can feel is the warmth of the wok’s flame on her face. She doesn’t eat the food. She just watches others eat. It’s a devastatingly lonely existence, and she hides it behind a smile that cracks like old ceramic. So the next time you’re in a late-night