Su Wan transformed into the cannon fodder cook in the imperial dining room whose head was about to fall to the ground. Faced with the finicky emperor and a group of seniors who were eagerly waiting to find fault, she decisively threw away the menu and served spicy hotpot, barbecue and stinky tofu! The ministers knelt down to admonish the demon girl for causing harm to the country, but the emperor smashed his jade chopsticks: "If you continue to slander me, all the cooks will be sent to the border to chew tree bark!"
I thought I was holding the dragon's legs steady, but unexpectedly I saw His Majesty nibbling her private collection of pickled melons and drinking her ice-cold sour plum soup in the Imperial Garden. Su Wan: "Your Majesty, this is your slave's lunch..." Xiao Jue's ears turned red but he pretended to be dignified: "Is there anything in the world that is not a royal family? Your food is my food."
However, when hidden arrows struck again and again, Su Wan discovered that in the deep palace, her hand had tricked the emperor's craftsmanship, serving as both a talisman and a life-saving talisman. The bloody fog of Yunhui's old case shrouded the sky, and the difficult-to-serve emperor looked at her with an increasingly profound and unpredictable look...
Is it the warm-hearted and stomach-warming female official Shanshan, or is it the remnant of the bloodline of the daughter of a guilty minister? In this survival game with the spatula as the blade and the royal meal as the game, can she find a chance to survive?
