>I traveled through time and became an amnesiac cook in the general's mansion, and found that the whole kitchen was fishing.
>The cooks were so anorexic that they even added double the amount of Coptis chinensis to the general's porridge.
>Until I conquered their stomachs with fried potato chips, the general suddenly appeared: "This tastes..."
>During disaster relief with the army, I relied on mashed potatoes to save the lives of the refugees, but the general stared at the picture of modern kitchen utensils I drew in silence.
>On a cold night at the border fortress, I was cooking hot pot to boost my morale. He wrapped me in his cloak and said, "Don't move, I'm going to work carefully."
>He shielded me from arrows in the enemy camp. When the cold poison broke out, I cried and applied acupuncture: "If you dare to die, I will remarry!"
>In the end, he regained the three cities, but resisted the decree and refused to marry: "The last general has a wife, a girl who can cook fried pork with chili pepper."
