When love meets palace fighting, when cooking collides with intrigue——
Are you willing to be trapped in the palace by fate, or are you going to turn him upside down with a spatula?
When she fell into his bathtub, she held half a drawer of shrimp dumplings tightly in her hands: "Your Majesty, eat them while they're hot!"
He pinched her bellyband and sneered: "Next time you eat secretly, remember to wear men's clothes."
She was stuck in a dog hole and was in a dilemma. He was holding a roast chicken and tempting her: "I will save you if I call my husband."
She gnawed through the wall angrily: "Don't even think about it! The roasted chicken belongs to me, and the dog hole belongs to you!"
On the day when heaven punished her, she picked up the iron pot and stir-fried the Thunder Tribulation: "The sweet and sour Thunder Tribulation is the authentic one!"
He scooped up a spoonful of sweet and sour sauce and poured it on the heavenly book: "From now on, the way of heaven belongs to my wife."
