The Chubby Princess's Little Chef: Miserly Crown Prince, Don't Run!

[1v1, lighthearted writing, no nasty characters, multiple transmigrators, a chaotic gathering of transmigrators]

Three-Michelin-starred chef Lin Manyue opened her eyes and found the world turned upside down!

Yesterday she had been preparing foie gras at Paris's Tour d'Argent. Today she'd been dropped into a greasy, bloody ancient-era butcher shop. Her new life as a fierce, 200-jin butcher's wife came with no time to adjust! Neighbors slapped the chopping block and shouted, "Fatso, chop that meat!" It stung more than the sour faces of Michelin inspectors.

"Ding!" At her darkest hour, the [Top Culinary God System] burst onto the scene. The recipes of all eight major cuisines exploded like fireworks in her mind, while the [Ingredient Radar] ensured that even the finest truffles couldn't escape her notice. Lin Manyue hefted her cleaver and sneered: Who says a butcher can't master the art of disassembling an ox?

Her spicy, savory cooking rocked the rooftops of the capital. The aroma of mapo tofu lured the prime minister over the wall, while the moment the clay crust cracked open on her beggar's chicken, the stingy crown prince came bearing a gold bowl to beg for food. The spoiled young masters who once mocked her as "the pork butcher's beauty" now lined up at her stall with silver notes in hand.

"This pork knuckle would go perfectly with a Burgundy..." she murmured as she picked meat off the bones. Before long, her new amber pork jerky was already being offered to the imperial court. As her fat turned into toned abs and grease stains gave way to brocade skirts, the entire capital finally realized that the woman wielding a knife at the butcher's block had left the imperial kitchen ten streets behind.

The sharp-tongued crown prince, who had become addicted to mooching meals, slapped his private seal down on the greasy counter. "I'll trade the Eastern Palace for a lifetime meal ticket. Is that enough?" Lin Manyue scooped up a spoonful of carved tofu and smiled. "Your Highness, I have a rule: you have to lose ten jin before you can court me."

From the butcher shop to the Golden Throne Hall, oil, salt, sauces, and vinegar paved her road to success. Watch a modern culinary genius wield her wok like a blade and carve out a universe of stars with her cooking.