po! get up!
po! what are you doing up there?
po! let's go! you're late for work!
sorry doesn't make the noodles.
what were you doing up there? all that noise.
about what?
the dream. what were you dreaming about?
noodles. you were really dreaming about noodles?
oh, happy day! my son, finally having the noodle dream!
you don't know how long i have been waiting for this moment.
this is a sign, po!
you are almost ready to be entrusted with the secret ingredient of my "secret ingredient soup." and then you will fulfill your destiny and take over the restaurant, just as i took it over from my father, who took it over from his father, who won it from a friend in a game of mahjong.
no, it was the dream. we are noodle folk. broth runs through our veins.
actually.
when i was young and crazy.
i thought about running away and learning how to make tofu.
oh, because it was a stupid dream. can you imagine, me making tofu? no. we all have our place in this world. mine is here. and yours is--
no, it's at tables two, five, seven, and twelve.
service with a smile!
po! where are you going?
but you're forgetting your noodle cart! the whole valley will be there, and you'll sell noodles to all of them.
yeah?
uh huh?
that's my boy! i told you that dream was a sign!
po?!
what are you doing?
but i don't understand. you finally had the noodle dream.
come on, son. let's get back to work.
oh! come back!
what????
po!
good to have you back, son!
let's go po. so, for our next shop, it's time to face it -- the future of noodles is dice-cut vegetables, no longer slices.
also, i was thinking, maybe this time we'll have a kitchen you can actually stand up in. hmm? you like that?
po, i'm sorry things didn't work out. it just.  wasn't meant to be.
po, forget everything else. your destiny still awaits. we are noodle folk -- broth runs deep through our veins.
po, i think it's time i told you something i should have told you a long time ago.
the secret ingredient of my secret ingredient soup!
c'mere! the secret ingredient is.  nothing!
you heard me. nothing. there is no secret ingredient!
don't have to. to make something special, you just have to believe it's special.
that's my boy. that big, lovely kung fu warrior is my son!