Good news: I traveled through time and still retained the skills of a three-star Michelin chef.
Bad news: I'm dressed as a fat girl weighing 200 pounds, with a bare family and a fat little brother.
The worse news is: my cooking skills seem to be poisonous!
On the first day, I just wanted to cook a bowl of sweet potato soup for my brother to keep him away from the cold.
As a result, the fragrance attracted the only mysophobic and cold-blooded miracle doctor within ten miles.
The miracle doctor (expressionless): "The soup is good. I will be left here to be the cook."
(No, I just want to lend a hand, brother!)
The next day, in order to pay off my debt, I made a bowl of rabbit soup.
As a result, the best auntie smelled the smell and rushed over, saying that I had stolen her family heirloom.
Everyone: "Does your heirloom taste like rabbit?"
On the third day, in order to make money, I made chrysanthemum tofu.
As a result, the county magistrate's wife recovered from her illness and sent someone to kidnap me to the county government office. She said that from now on I would be her exclusive chef and would not be allowed to cook for anyone else!
The iceberg miracle doctor came directly to the door with a sword: "She is mine!"
Help! I just want to cook quietly, why did it trigger the Shura field? !
