There is no shortage of delicacies in the palace, but a hot pot of rice.
On the day Aman entered the palace, he just wanted to eat and drink. She didn't expect that the golden crispy rice cake she fried with leftover rice would actually make the picky emperor eat three pieces in a row and give it the name "Golden Crispy Rice Crisp".
Overnight, the empresses in all the palaces were busy learning to make rice dumplings, and the threshold of the imperial dining room was trampled down; but Aman just wanted to hide on the stove, watch the iron pot and oil flowers, and listen to the crackling of rice grains.
But this rice cake got involved in the most inconspicuous whirlpool in the harem:
Some people use it to invite favors, some people fall out of favor because of it; some people want to use it to reverse the case, and some people want to use it to kill people.
Aman was pushed to the forefront again and again, and pushed back to the bottom of the pot again and again. The little palace maid who was promoted the fastest but was most afraid of being promoted became the hottest and most fragrant piece of "cook" in the entire harem.
There is no poisonous wine in the story, only salt flowers; there is no startling step, only fragrant step.
She just wanted to eat enough, but unexpectedly she fed the hearts of the entire imperial city.
Want to know how a piece of rice cake can turn the world upside down in the palace?
Turning the first page, the fragrance of rice is already hitting your nose.
