My ancestral master Yim Wing Chun, whose nationality of origin was Guangdong.

Her mother died early and her father Yim Yi was almost framed into jail.

He then brought Wing Chun along to Mount Daliang.

They ran a tofu shop there for a living.

Yim's tofu shop

I'm Wing Chun, I love to smile

and I love seeing people smile.

Smile, without seeing the teeth.

It shouldn't be only seeing the teeth and without seeing the eyes.

Wing Chin, you're so nice.

She's Wing Chun, a happy girl.

She gets happy as she sees others happy.

I have a little request.

Please smile more often.

I think your smile...

would be so charming.

My dad, Yim Yi who was once a disciple of Shaolin.

He has been teaching me kung-fu since I was small.

So I used to think that my kung-fu is good.

Then I found out that my father's kung-fu is just so-so.

But the dish he made is just wonderful.

Here comes the pepper!

This is my cousin, Ying Chun, she has good manners.

But she hates to smile.

So there're so many customers curious about her.

Luckily, we have Bro Cow.

He's my cousin's guardian.

My lovely Ying Chun, come here.

Give me the bill, please.

You're so pretty...

Sir!

Two tofu and one tofu pudding.

That will be 5 dollars for total.

Is the tofu nice?

Be careful, sir.

It's nice...

The tofu is nice...

Bye, sir!

Wu Yin, a carpenter.

His craftsmanship is good and the price is reasonable.

All the furniture in tofu shop is made by him.

His smile is cute.

His problem is he lost to me in a match for grinding beans

but he refused to admit that.

It is a peaceful small town.

Uncle Chicken, he's a kidult. He often designs different games to play with us.

That's gambling, our neighbors love that.

They would gamble for Wu Yin runs away for denying his loss...

...whether I will run after him or even I would get him or not.

Also whether we will get into a fight and who will win.

As long as everyone is happy for that, I will do it.

Uncle, you'd better advise cousin

not to hang around with Wu Yin anymore.

I did, but she just didn't listen to me.

I can do nothing about it.

You're conniving her too much.

Cow.

Am I conniving Wing Chun?

You're not conniving her, you're spoiling her.

Mr. Wong.

Mr. Ku.

Your eyes are black, how many days you've not slept?

Have some tea.

Go ahead...

Mr. Wong, Mr. Chan.

This is called Mount Dew.

It's a famous tea in Sichuan.

The smell is strong and it tastes sweet.

From Tang dynasty till Qing dynasty,

it used to be an imperial tribute.

Imperial tribute, it's wonderful.

Good tea...

It's really a good one.

Teas yielded from different places will have flavors.

Even for different seasons,

we will have different methods of fermentation.

In spring, it's better to taste fruit tea.

It's not being fermented, it'd be like teenage girls.

It's so refreshing.

While in summer, we'd try Longjing.

It's gentle and elegant.

It's like drinking with a beauty, so carefree and joyous.

In autumn, we'd taste Tieguanyin.

It's fragrant and "sweet" aftertaste, it's like chatting with a beautiful woman.

For winter, we'd go for aged Puerh.

It tastes mellow, smooth, thick and rich.

The smell originates in the lower abdomen and rushes to the head.

It will be so refreshing.

Mr. Leung is so educated.

It's time to reveal my little trick.

Fatty.

Come here and let them see that.

Okay.

Please check it out.

Watch careful.

Aren't his black eyes and eye bags all gone?

They're all gone.

Why?

Would tea leaves have such magical effect?

You're right!

Not just this.

Fatty, how do you feel?

I'm so energetic now.

There's a power running through my body.

I have to release it.

My appetite is getting better.

It's so wonderful.

Young master.

Dad! Mom!

Tell him to go to Liang Shan, you got it?

Dad, mom, I'm back.

Look, our son is back.

Son, you're back!

Dad, mom.

You're back?

Have a seat.

Dad.

Mom.

Good...

Come on, have a seat.

Chou.

Where have you been?

I've been to Suzhou, Hangzhou, Yangzhou, Wuxi.

Dad, you wanna get a new snuff bottle, right?

Yeah.

I bought a refined one, see if you like it or not.

Dad, see it.

Good stuff.

Of course.

I've been growing up in a scholarly family and with your teaching,

wouldn't I have a bad taste?

Son, you've a bias in favor of your dad.

Mom, I also have something for you.

Really?

Let me see.

A pair of jade cups?

Dad and you love drinking tea.

Then you could have it together.

Chou.

Do you still remember

your dad's friend, Uncle Yim?

You told me that many times already.

He's a Shaolin disciple, he's from a scholarly family too.

He has a daughter, Yim Wing Chun.

She's so gentle and educated.

It's in my mind already.

I mean, Chou,

you're going to Sichuan for purchasing.

I want you to go to Da Liang Shan

to visit Uncle Yim's home.

Mom, your hair looks great today.

You're so attentive.

But not everyone would appreciate that.

Look, not again.

I've been enjoying it for so many years.

My eyesight is getting weak though.

Well, you mean...

it'd be my fault, right?

What do you mean?

What's wrong with you?

Do you wanna fight?

Come on! Ain't I scared?

Mom...

Dad, what did you say about Uncle Yim?

He saved me when I was young.

He's our benefactor.

As Mrs. Yim gave birth to Wing Chun,

we decided to be in-laws.

Uncle Yim used to write to me

saying that Wing Chun is a nice girl

who is taking good care of his business.

Mom, I don't even know how she looks like,

how could I marry her?

There's a portrait of her, look.

Dad, are you sure?

You have to go to Mount Da Liang,

to meet your fiance.

That's it.