My Imperial Kitchen Connects to the Modern World

Chapter 1

Li Rui slammed the memorial onto the imperial desk. A streak of vermilion ink stained the cuff of his dragon robe.

"The same tired old arguments again! The south needs money for flood relief, the north needs grain for the drought, and the western regions need troops for the war. Can the officials of the entire court say anything besides asking for things?"

His stomach chose that moment to protest. Only then did Li Rui remember that he hadn't eaten in three hours. Irritated, he shouted toward the door, "Sun Defu! Is the imperial kitchen trying to starve me to death?"

The palace doors flew open, and a round-faced eunuch nearly rolled inside.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty! The imperial kitchen prepared your late-night meal long ago. It's just... it's just, "