My name is Lin Xuan, a chef with three Michelin stars, dressed as a puppet emperor who was just poisoned.
There were powerful ministers in front of me, and the Queen Mother was hanging the curtain behind me. I collapsed on the dragon couch with only half a breath left.
All civil and military officials in the dynasty were waiting to collect my body.
I laughed: That's it? The heat was off by three seconds and the bitter taste was not covered up by the poison. Is it worthy of killing me?
Dragging my sick body into the imperial dining room, I drank a bowl of chicken and millet porridge to prolong my life.
From then on, this cold court became my top kitchen.
The queen mother who made things difficult for me, a dish of boiled cabbage made her burst into tears.
The powerful minister who wants to starve the border army to death, watch me reduce the rations and teach him how to behave.
Are the parties fighting endlessly? A plate of sweet and salty honey fire recipe made them shut up and reconcile.
When I entertained the envoys from all nations with a Manchu-Han banquet, the old master who poisoned me finally went crazy:
"Are you the emperor or the cook?!"
I weighed the jade seal and spatula in my hands and smiled calmly:
"Don't worry, the next dish is called 'Cooking and Killing Powerful Officials'."
