Could a pot of bubbling red-oil hotpot really wake a cold-faced prince who’d been unconscious and on the brink of death for three months… just because he was craving it?
On her first day as a transmigrated princess, Lin Xiaoxiao makes a solemn wish in front of a bronze mirror: Thank you, God of Transmigration, for giving me a husband and money for free. I’m willing to trade ten years of my ex-boyfriend’s life for the System to stay out of my way. I just want to quietly be a rich, idle, happy widow!
She’s barely finished when her maid rushes in, screaming, “Your Highness, the hotpot you made has made the prince faint from craving it!”
Lin Xiaoxiao leaps to her feet. “Quick! Strike while he’s down! Bring me the sliced beef!” But the prince, who’d been in a vegetative state, suddenly sits up, eyes shining. “Spicy broth or split broth?”
From then on, life at Prince Chen’s manor goes completely off the rails.
While everyone else is caught up in terrifying palace and household intrigue, Lin Xiaoxiao spends every day wondering: Should I make tripe hotpot to rile up the prince today, or bring out durian to drive the imperial physician mad?
Prince Nangong Ye wakes from his serious injuries with a fussy palate and bizarre habits. Not only does he critique the hotpot, he even demands “river-snail rice noodles” and “fried chicken with a fizzy drink”!
Between this prince, who might be a fellow time traveler but is impossible to read, is injured yet keeps ordering food, the forces inside and outside the manor watching them hungrily, and the mysterious shadow warning that “spicy broth can’t save lives”…
With a spatula in her left hand and a hairpin in her right, Lin Xiaoxiao juggles hilarious culinary battles and deadly crises, embarking on the uproarious daily life of a princess who’s trying to stay alive and, while she’s at it, retire early (not really)!
This is a survival story set in a prince’s manor, where delicious food and deadly schemes go hand in hand, and humor mingles with suspense!
