The Cold Palace Cook Wins Over the Harem with Her Food

The Cold Palace Cook Sets the Imperial Harem Ablaze with Her Cooking

The day I transmigrated into the abandoned consort of the Cold Palace, a eunuch was already trying to hang me from a tree with a white silk sash. Suddenly, the Imperial Kitchen sent over my last meal. I whipped out a packet of Chongqing hot pot seasoning from my pocket dimension instead. Just as the spicy aroma swept through the entire palace, the tyrant kicked open the palace doors. “Who’s skimping on My spicy hot pot?”

I blinked. “Your Majesty, do you need a cook in the Cold Palace? The kind who can make milk tea, I mean.”