A talented if underemployed cook living in East Oakland, Calif., Juana Martinez (Torres) ascends before 4 a.m. every day to help her natural product seller father select crisp products for his truck, dragging along her drowsy youthful little girl, Lydia in the small hours before school. Theirs is a hard-scrabble presence that takes a nerve racking turn when Juana is ransacked at gunpoint while keeping an eye on the truck, compelling her to locate a more secure, more lucrative approach to bolster her family. While her cooking knowledge has been for the most part constrained to neighborhood Mexican taquerias, she rashly applies for a vocation planning nourishment in the kitchen at an adjacent sushi eatery, where she rapidly inspires the staff with her master knifework and solid hard working attitude. The sustenance is a riddle to her at first, yet when she summons the boldness to attempt a bit of crude fish, it’s affection at first chomp.
A little while later she’s bringing home Japanese scraps and making distinctive sushi-move mixes in her own kitchen, where her dad and Lydia are bewildered and at first, a bit netted out by her eagerness for this absolutely outside food.