Reborn as a 200-Pound Discarded Daughter, I Make a Comeback with Food

The good news: I transmigrated and still have the skills of a three-Michelin-star chef.

The bad news: I transmigrated into the body of a 200-jin chubby girl, with a home stripped bare and a younger brother who’s a burden to look after.

The even worse news: My cooking seems to be cursed!

On the first day, all I wanted was to cook a bowl of sweet potato soup to warm my brother up.

Instead, the aroma drew in the only fastidious, aloof miracle doctor for miles around.

The doctor, expressionless: “The soup is good. You’re staying to cook for me.”

(Wait, I just wanted to borrow a fire, man!)

On the second day, I made rabbit stew to pay off a debt.

Instead, my awful aunt-by-marriage came charging over, claiming I’d stolen her family heirloom.

Everyone: “Your family heirloom smells like rabbit?”

On the third day, I made chrysanthemum tofu to earn some money.

The county magistrate’s wife recovered from her illness, then sent people to drag me to the county office. She declared that I was now her exclusive imperial chef and wasn’t allowed to cook for anyone else!

That icy miracle doctor showed up at my door with a sword in hand. “She’s mine!”

Help! I just wanted to cook in peace. How did I end up in a love triangle?!