I Got Into the Wrong Bridal Sedan and Became the Boss of the Army Kitchen

What? I got into the wrong bridal sedan and married the wrong man?

No need to panic. I’ve got a gourmet System on my side.

Northeastern-style malatang? I can make it. Leave it to me.

Chongqing hot pot? I can make it. Leave it to me.

Give me ingredients, and I can even cook up dinosaur fossils!

But why does this general look so much like the guy I randomly pulled in to help me out?

Oh no, time to run!

“Where are you going, my wife?”

I’m doomed. It really is him!

Noble heiress: I hear the general’s bumpkin wife can’t do anything. How did she manage to enter our upper-class circles?

Picky mother-in-law: I will not allow Jun’er to bring home a useless woman. There’s no way she can marry into status through a man!

Original heroine: I’m the daughter of the prime minister! I should be the general’s wife!

Later, people began looking at her differently.

A certain man: My wife is too popular. Men are one thing, but now even women are after her. Should I just stage a coup and claim the throne?