The Tyrant Forced Me to Be the Royal Cook, and All the Civil and Military Officials in the Court Cried.

Dressed as a poison-testing maid in the tyrant's royal dining room, the poison came out from the first bite. The tyrant Xiao Chengyin picked my chin with a knife: "If you can't cook a dish that satisfies me for three days, I will cook you." I silently took out the home-cooked recipe book left by my mother. Three days later, the aroma of spicy crayfish spread throughout the palace. The tyrant peeled the shrimps and criticized the dumplings: "Bake another eggplant, and I will treat you as a delicacy." The imperial concubine was poisoned? A bowl of cabbage kept her grounded for three months. The Queen Mother is hosting a banquet? He used a trick to uncover her twenty-year-old case. Restaurants opened all over the capital, and hot pots were placed on the city walls. On the day when the enemy troops approached the city, I brought out the nine-square grid. The enemy general broke through the defense on the spot: "Please give me some soup from the queen, we surrender!" The tyrant hugged me and sneered: "Surrender? Let's see my queen's full banquet of Manchu and Han Dynasties first." From being a palace maid who tested poisons to protecting the country and offering food, from being a mystery to her mother's role in the world. My golden finger only has one recipe, but this recipe can make all civil and military officials cry, and make all nations kneel down and call them daddy. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.