Conferred God: Send Snail Powder to King Zhou and Force Me to Become the National Preceptor

Takeaway boy Li Tie traveled through time and became the spoon cook in the imperial dining room of the Shang Dynasty! Looking at the bronze tripods filling the kitchen, he couldn't help scratching his head: "This thing can't make stew in an iron pot!" Fortunately, the seasoning packets of stinky tofu and snail noodles are still there! He simply set up the oil pan, and the oil exploded, and the smell spread faster than Daji's fox tail! King Zhou rushed in holding his nose: "What the hell is this? It's more powerful than Gu's pot of grass!" But after he took a bite, he immediately clapped his thigh and shouted: "It smells so good! From now on, the Imperial Master will make it for me every time!" Daji: "Your Majesty, this smell makes my contact lenses fall off!" Bigan: "Hey, ancestors, this is more choking than firecrackers. Wake up!" But King Zhou gave a five-star review with his backhand: "Don't be nagging! Guzheng is promoting sales for the Imperial Master!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.