Modern chef Mei Qilin traveled through ancient ruins and used molecular cuisine + "Tiangong Kaiwu" mechanical skills to turn the ruined temple into a "breathing oven" internet celebrity stall. The poisonous-tongued prince despises her bread because the "spiral pattern is crooked three times", but he packs it every day to honor his mother; the craftsman with a broken finger scolds her for "wasting natural resources", but he weaves an automatic flipping grill out of bamboo strips. She made a counterattack from baked potatoes in the dung heap to become a multinational boss. She encountered a princeling who stole pictures and poisoned her harem. She used egg white clay dishes to hide secret messages, and the office bread was tested for poisons. The butterfly birthmark on her wrist actually hides the code of time and space - dough can save the country, bamboo strips can break the situation. Let's see how the social cook cook uses the oven to open the palace door! I hope you all like it. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
